Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

O Fallen Angel, The Companion Within Me, Whisper Something Holy Before You Pinch Me Into The Grave.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.