And The Aura Of You

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know It, Those Poor Old Dancers Who Come On Lewdly, All Pea-green Scarfs And Spine Pole.

You See, We Live In A Cold Climate And Are Not Permitted To Kiss On The Street So I Made Up A Song That Wasn't True. I Made Up A Song Called Marriage.

Rats Live On No Evil Star