Another Flashing Chance At Bliss Another Kiss,

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

I Like Any Reaction I Can Get With My Music. Just Anything To Get People To Think. I Mean If You Can Get A Whole Room Full Of Drunk, Stoned People To Actually Wake Up And Think, You're Doing Something.

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us