The Cutting Of The Gem Has To

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

To The Men And Women Who Own Men And Women Those Of Us Meant To Be Lovers We Will Not Pardon You For Wasting Our Bodies And Time

Here's To The Few Who Forgive What You Do, And The Fewer Who Don't Even Care

Rust Rust Rust In The Engines Of Love And Time.

Other People Singing My Songs Is Something That I've Never Been Casual About. I've Always Been Very Touched By It And I Always Go Into Immediate Critical Suspension.