Speak A New Language So That The

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

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.