It's the notion that there is no perfection - that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

If you're lucky, you can keep the vehicle healthy and responsive over the years. If you're lucky, your own intentions have very little to do with this.

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

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.