First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep
I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will
If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.
Deprivation is the mother of poetry.