My Lips Got Lost On

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You Looking And The Whole Universe Seeing.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.