And The Story Of Love Is A

What's In Store For Me In The Direction I Don't Take?

And Still The Void Is Still And'll Never Move - But I Will Be The Void, Moving Without Having Moved.

Things Are So Hard To Figure Out When You Live From Day To Day In This Feverish And Silly World.

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

Ah, It Was A Fine Night, A Warm Night, A Wine-drinking Night, A Moony Night, And A Night To Hug Your Girl And Talk And Spit And Be Heavengoing.