Any Startling Piece Of Work

The Art Of Longing's Over, And It's Never Coming Back.

I Greet You From The Other Side Of Sorrow And Despair, With A Love So Vast And Shattered It Will Reach You Everywhere.

It's Inappropriate For An Elderly Chap To Register, You Know, Authentically, His Feelings, You Know, Because They Really Can Be Interpreted. So You Have To Get Quite Covert As You Get Older. Or You Have To Find Some Avuncular Way, You Know, Of Responding.

Oh The Sisters Of Mercy, They Are Not Departed Or Gone.

It's Four In The Morning, The End Of December I'm Writing You Now Just To See If You're Better.