She's A Tear That Hangs Inside My

Words Are Beautiful But Restricted. They're Very Masculine, With A Compact Frame. But Voice Is Over The Dark, The Place Where There's Nothing To Hang On: It Comes From A Part Of Yourself That Simply Knows, Expresses Itself, And Is.

Music Needs To Have A Real Sacred Setting For People To Understand It. You've Got To Start Things Off With Friends Who Are Like-minded Or Even Strangers That Are Like-minded. Sending Your Music To Established Artists Or Labels Or Magazine, I Mean There Is Something To Be Said For Tenacity, For Trying To Pursue Recognition That Way, But It Just Doesn't Make Sense For The Best Work. And If You Do Make An Amazing Work, It's Sometimes Not The Best Way To Be Heard. You Have To Get On A Sacred Space, Like A Stage, And Do Your Testifying That Way.

Above All Do Not Give Yourself Airs. Breaking The Moment Of Past Habits Is The Challenge Here: In The Life Of The Spirit You Are Always At The Beginning.

My Kingdom For A Kiss Upon Her Shoulder It's Never Over, All My Riches For Her Smiles When I Slept So Soft Against Her... It's Never Over, All My Blood For The Sweetness Of Her Laughter... It's Never Over, She's A Tear That Hangs Inside My Soul Forever.

So I'll Wait For You... And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return? Oh, Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover, You Should've Come Over Cause It's Not Too Late.