First We Take Manhattan, Then We Take

Love Is Not A Victory March

Love Is A Fire/it Burns Everyone/it Disfigures Everyone/it Is The World's Excuse For Being Ugly.

We Are So Lightly Here. It Is In Love That We Are Made. In Love We Disappear.

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.