Out Of The Ash I Rise With

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

I Am Sending Back The Key That Let Me Into Bluebeard's Study; Because He Would Make Love To Me I Am Sending Back The Key; In His Eye's Darkroom I Can See My X-rayed Heart, Dissected Body: I Am Sending Back The Key That Let Me Into Bluebeard S Study.

I Hurl My Heart To Halt His Pace.

What Did My Arms Do Before They Held You?