Two Times Two Is Twenty-two, Four Times

Lord, I Am A Surgeon And Music Is My Knife. It Cuts Away My Sorrow And Purifies My Life.

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

You Have Underestimated My Power, As You Will Shortly Discover.

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.