Let The Light Be Called Day So

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Death's In The Good-bye.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!

Maybe, Although My Heart Is A Kitten Of Butter, I Am Blowing It Up Like A Zeppelin.