But Never Give Your Love,

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master

Everything You Cherish Throws You Over In The End Thorns Will Grab Your Ankles From The Gardens That You Tend.

...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To The Music Play.

Once In Awhile You Get Shown The Light, In The Strangest Of Places If You Look It Right

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.