Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind Of Pain.