When Lovers Of Life Get Ready To

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

And Patience Flees My Heart, And Reason Flees My Mind. Oh, How Drunk Can I Get To Be, Without Your Love's Security?

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.