We're Carrying The Fire.

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

I Think By The Time You're Grown You're As Happy As You're Goin To Be. You'll Have Good Times And Bad Times, But In The End You'll Be About As Happy As You Was Before. Or As Unhappy. I've Knowed People That Just Never Did Get The Hang Of It.

But There Are No Absolutes In Human Misery And Things Can Always Get Worse

Nobody Wants To Be Here And Nobody Wants To Leave.

People Don't Pay Attention. And Then One Day There's An Accounting. And After That, Nothing Is The Same.