Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools, Dig A Way Out Through The Bottom Of The Ocean.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.