She Had Left Me Thirsty And All

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).

She Had Left Me Thirsty And All My Life Would Be Thirst And Longing For What I Had Lost Before I Found It.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.