Silence And A Deeper Silence When The

And I'll Dance With You In Vienna, I'll Be Wearing A River's Disguise. The Hyacinth Wild On My Shoulder My Mouth On The Dew Of Your Thighs. And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moss. And I'll Yield To The Flood Of Your Beauty, My Cheap Violin And My Cross.

When You're Not Feeling Holy, Your Loneliness Says That You've Sinned.

This Mental Space Is Occupied And Everything Is Mine.

My Sense Of Proprietorship Has Been So Weak That Actually I Didn't Pay Attention And I Lost The Copyrights On A Lot Of The Songs.

You Who Wish To Conquer Pain, You Must Learn What Makes One Kind.