The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same

Something Came Out From My Heart Into My Throat And Then Into My Eyes.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.

My Life, Which Seems So Simple And Monotonous, Is Really A Complicated Affair Of Cafés Where They Like Me And Cafés Where They Don't, Streets That Are Friendly, Streets That Aren't, Rooms Where I Might Be Happy, Rooms Where I Shall Never Be, Looking-glasses I Look Nice In, Looking-glasses I Don't, Dresses That Will Be Lucky, Dresses That Won't, And So On.

And What Does Anyone Know About Traitors, Or Why Judas Did What He Did?

Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.