Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.