Only The Magic And The Dream Are

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real One And The One People Know About.

Soon He'll Come In Again And Kiss Me, But Differently. He'll Be Different And So I'll Be Different. It'll Be Different. I Thought, 'it'll Be Different, Different. It Must Be Different.

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.