A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.

I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.