From What We Cannot Hold The Stars

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way

If There'd Been A Better-balanced Society, Where There Were Other Ways Of Making A Decent Living, I Think It Might Have Been Different. That's Not The Way This Setup Work.

We Are Asleep With Compasses In Our Hands.

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us