I've Grown Tired Of Love

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

Father, You Died Once, Salted Down At Fifty-nine, Packed Down Like A Big Snow Angel, Wasn't That Enough?

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

It's All A Matter Of History. Brandy Is No Solace. Librium Only Lies Me Down Like A Dead Snow Queen. Yes! I Am Still The Criminal.