In The Broken Places, The Light Shines

It's Four In The Morning, The End Of December I'm Writing You Now Just To See If You're Better.

From Bitter Searching Of The Heart, Quickened With Passion And With Pain We Rise To Play A Greater Part This Is The Faith From Which We Start.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

I've Often Said If I Knew Where The Good Songs Came From, I'd Go There More Often.

The Dreamers Ride Against The Men Of Action. Oh See The Men Of Action Falling Back.