Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.

You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.

I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.