What Am I Singing? A Song Of

You'll Never Know That You Had All Of Me. You'll Never Know The Poetry You've Stirred In Me.

It's A Real Joy To Be Moved By Something, But It Doesn't Happen Often To Me.

We Let The Weirdness In.

Chips Of Plutonium Are Twinkling In Every Lung.

Moving Stranger, Does It Really Matter, As Long As You're Not Afraid To Feel? Touch Me, Hold Me. How My Open Arms Ache! Try To Fall For Me.