The Smog Was Heavy, My Eyes Were

I Promise I Shall Never Give Up, And That I'll Die Yelling And Laughing, And That Until Then I'll Rush Around This World I Insist Is Holy And Pull At Everyone's Lapel And Make Them Confess To Me And To All.

Don't Tell Them Too Much About Your Soul. They're Waiting For Just That.

Eager For Bread And Love.

All Of Life Is A Foreign Country.

Mind Is The Maker, For No Reason At All, For All This Creation, Created To Fall.