And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Start now.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.