Time Jumps. It Leaps. It

It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

If Singing Were A Feeling It Would Be This, This Light, This Lifting, Like Laughing.

This Is The Strange Way Of The World, That People Who Simply Want To Love Are Instead Forced To Become Warriors.

Stupid How The Mind Will Try To Distract Itself.

That’s What Made It So Frightening To The Lawmakers: Love Obeys No Laws Other Than Its Own.