Truly Men Hate The Truth; They'd Liefer

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

The Tides Are In Our Veins, We Still Mirror The Stars, Life Is Your Child, But There Is In Me Older And Harder Than Life And More Impartial, The Eye That Watched Before There Was An Ocean.

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

Still The Mind Smiles At Its Own Rebellions.

They Import And They Consume Reality.