There May Be A Time When We'll

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.

We Are Content In The 'given' In Sensation's Quest. We Have Been Metamorphosised From A Mad Body Dancing On Hillsides To A Pair Of Eyes Staring In The Dark.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.