Pay attention to the cracks, because that's where the light gets in.
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her
I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see Iām just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.
The less I was of who I was, the better I felt.