As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.

Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.

I feel that this is a vocabulary that I grew up with. This biblical landscape is very familiar to me, and it's natural that I use those landmarks as references. Once they were universal references and everybody understood and knew them and located them. That's no longer the case today, but it is still my landscape.