Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

I Look Into Your Eyes & See The Universe Not Yet Born.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.