A String Of Bright White Buildinh, Glistening

Only When It Rains. And Sometimes, Too, When I Remember.

When He Speaks Again, I Can Tell That He's Smiling. "so I Guess We Saved Each Other.

It's A Miracle I Was Able To Get Out Of The House Today. It's A Miracle I'm Even Wearing Pants, A Double Miracle I Remembered To Wear Shoes.

I Want To Be Healed And Whole And Perfect Again, Like A Misshapen Slab Of Iron That Comes Out Of The Fire Glowing, Glittering, Razor-sharp.

No One Can Tell Us No. No One Can Make Us Stop. We Have Picked Each Other And The Rest Of The World Can Go To Hell.