Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors,

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

The Moon Stays Bright When It Doesn't Avoid The Night.

There Is A Secret Medicine Given Only To Those Who Hurt So Hard They Can't Hope. The Hopers Would Feel Slighted If They Knew.

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant. So Completely Mixed With You, I May Look Separate. So Out In The Open, I Appear Hidden. So Silent, Because I Am Constantly Talking With You.