The Dreamers Ride Against The

I Lit A Thin Green Candle To Make You Jealous Of Me, But The Room Just Filled Up With Mosquitoes.

Here's To The Few Who Forgive What You Do, And The Fewer Who Don't Even Care

Your Servant Here, He Has Been Told To Say It Clear, To Say It Cold: It's Over, It Ain't Going Any Further And Now The Wheels Of Heaven Stop You Feel The Devil's Riding Crop Get Ready For The Future: It Is Murder

I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is Not A Lilac Tree.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.