I Swear By This Song

I Don't Have Any Spiritual Strategy.

Your Body Will Never Be Familiar.

Your Hair Upon The Pillow Like A Sleepy Golden Storm

It's True That All The Men You Knew Were Dealers Who Said They Were Through With Dealing Every Time You Gave Them Shelter. I Know That Kind Of Man It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender.

I've Never Thought Of Myself As A Religious Person.