Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
keep a clean nose, watch the plain-clothes.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.
That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the truest way. Then it just becomes a question of how heroic your speech is. To me, it's something to strive after.