What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat

If I Had Wings, No One Would Ask Me: Should I Fly?

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

After A While You Earn That Privacy Is Something You Can Sell, But You Can't Buy It Back.