The best way out is always through.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart
Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.
The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.
That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.