Death Makes Angels Of Us All And

This Is The Strangest Life I've Ever Known.

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.

All Our Songs Are About Love, Travel And Death.

Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If I Was Normal

Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways Are A Drama.