In The Sea Of Love, I Melt

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.