It's So Easy To Make

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real One And The One People Know About.

You Can Pretend For A Long Time, But One Day It All Falls Away And You Are Alone. We Are Alone In The Most Beautiful Place In The World.

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

After All This, What Happened? What Happened Was That, As Soon As I Had The Slightest Chance Of A Place To Hide In, I Crept Into It And Hid. Well, Sometimes It's A Fine Day Isn't It? Sometimes The Skies Are Blue. Sometimes The Air Is Light, Easy To Breathe. And There Is Always Tomorrow.