Never Make A Decision When You Need

And Here You Are Hurried, And Here You Are Gone; And Here Is The Love, That It's All Built Upon.

I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is Not A Lilac Tree.

At The Very Center Of Our Culture Is A Crucified Man, A Tortured Man Hanging On A Cross Of Wood. You Have An Image Of Violence At The Very Center Of Our Spiritual Investigation.

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.

I Always Felt I Was Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel Trying To Get A Song Together.