As You Start To Walk On The

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Listen . Keep Silent . You Are Not Gods Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted