I've Forgotten Most Of What

Everytime You Grab At Love You Will Lose A Snowflake Of Your Memory

If Your Life Is A Leaf That The Seasons Tear Off And Condemn They Will Bind You With Love That Is Graceful And Green As A Stem.

Some Say That No One Ever Leaves Montreal, For That City, Like Canada Itself, Is Designed To Preserve The Past, A Past That Happened Somewhere Else.

You Have Money, Fame, Youth, Beauty, Talent. That's A Good Start... For Feeling Good.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings