Ah, You Always Go For The Ones

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

Are We Fallen Angels Who Didn't Want To Believe That Nothing Is Nothing And So Were Born To Lose Our Loved Ones And Dear Friends One By One And Finally Our Own Life, To See It Proved?

Down On The Lake Rosy Reflections Of Celestial Vapor Appeared, And I Said, "god, I Love You" And Looked To The Sky And Really Meant It. "i Have Fallen In Love With You, God. Take Care Of Us All, One Way Or The Other." To The Children And The Innocent It's All The Same.

Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

And As Far As I Can See The World Is Too Old For Us To Talk About It With Our New Words.