She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.