I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.