The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

Well, You Always Know Who You Are. I Just Don't Know Who I'm Gonna Become.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.