As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed

We Are Ugly But We Have The Music.

I've Often Said If I Knew Where The Good Songs Came From, I'd Go There More Often.

And Here You Are Hurried, And Here You Are Gone; And Here Is The Love, That It's All Built Upon.

We Do What Only Lovers Can: Make A Gift Out Of Necessity.

But I'm Stubborn As Those Garbage Bags That Time Cannot Decay, I'm Junk But I'm Still Holding Up This Little Wild Bouquet: Democracy Is Coming To The U.s.a.