My Faith Is A Great Weight Hung

As It Has Been Said: Love And A Cough Cannot Be Concealed. Even A Small Cough. Even A Small Love.

You See, We Live In A Cold Climate And Are Not Permitted To Kiss On The Street So I Made Up A Song That Wasn't True. I Made Up A Song Called Marriage.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

There Is Joy In All: In The Hair I Brush Each Morning, In The Cannon Towel, Newly Washed, That I Rub My Body With Each Morning.