I Never Really Cared For

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.

Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside Opens A Window Look To See Who's There

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.