Maybe I Think Too Much For My

Two Times Two Is Twenty-two, Four Times Four Is Forty-four. When Numbers Get Serious, They Leave A Mark On Your Door.

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

So I'll Continue To Continue To Pretend My Life Will Never End, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

Then She Kissed Me And I Realized She Probably Was Right, There Must Be Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover.

Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon, Ratted On.