I'm Never Sure Why I

Everybody Knows The Dice Are Loaded.

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

Everybody Knows That You've Been Faithful, Give Or Take A Night Or Two.

There's No Forsaking What You Love No Existential Leap As Witnessed Here In Time And Blood A Thousand Kisses Deep

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