We Could Plan A Murder Or Start

The Appeal Of Cinema Lies In The Fear Of Death.

You Know The Day Destroys The Night, Night Divides The Day, Tried To Run, Tried To Hide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

Another Flashing Chance At Bliss Another Kiss, Another Kiss

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.