Now I know that a breeze can blow me away. Now I know there's much more dignity in defeat than in the brightest victory.

God is a thought, God is an idea, but its reference is to something that transcends all thinking...beyond the category of being or nonbeing.

Today is the day I know is coming. The change is coming. I felt so lonely, now I'm becoming the one I wanted.

In the middle of the vortex. The wind picked up. Shook up the soot from the chimney pot. Into spiral patterns of you, my love.

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse. Go and sneak us through the rivers. Flood is rising up on your knees, oh please. Come out and haunt me.

Hold me, hold me down, 'til my feet touch the ground. You make me feel alive. Show me how you feel inside.