Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.

I have tried in my way to be free.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

A song, you know, you've got a tempo. You know,you've got something that is moving swiftly. You can't stop it, you know? Andit's designed to move swiftly from, you know, mouth to mouth, heart to heart,where a poem really speaks to something that has no time and that is - it's acompletely different perception.

Everybody knows that you've been faithful, give or take a night or two.