When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.