The Duty Of Lovers Is To Tarnish

Dream After Dream We All Lie In Each Other's Arms

You Say I Took The Name In Vain I Don't Even Know The Name But If I Did, Well Really, What's It To You? There's A Blaze Of Light In Every Word It Doesn't Matter Which You Heard The Holy Or The Broken Hallelujah

The Art Of Longing's Over, And It's Never Coming Back.

Certainly Within Any Decadent Period, You Would Probably Find The Purest Expressions Of Conviction, And I Do Not See That In Many Of The People I Know.

It's Time That We Began To Laugh And Cry And Cry And Laugh About It All Again.