Your Happy Songs Bring To

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

You Have No Idea How Hard I've Looked For A Gift To Bring You. Nothing Seemed Right. What's The Point Of Bringing Gold To The Gold Mine, Or Water To The Ocean. Everything I Came Up With Was Like Taking Spices To The Orient. It's No Good Giving My Heart And My Soul Because You Already Have These. So I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.

We Came Whirling Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust... The Stars Made A Circle, And In The Middle, We Dance.

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.