We Talked Death With Burned-up Intensity, Both

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

I Am Alone Here In My Own Mind. There Is No Map And There Is No Road. It Is One Of A Kind Just As Yours Is.

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.