What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

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

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.

I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.