I Accept Chaos, I'm Not Sure Whether

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

You Can Always Come Back, But You Can't Come Back All The Way.

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.