Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

If The House Of The World Is Dark, Love Will Find A Way To Create Windows.

My Lips Got Lost On The Way To The Kiss - That's How Drunk I Was.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.