Every Heart To Love Will Come, But

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

First We Take Manhattan, Then We Take Berlin

It Is Painful To Recall A Past Intensity, To Estimate Your Distance From The Belsen Heap, To Make Your Peace With Numbers. Just To Get Up Each Morning Is To Make A Kind Of Peace.

Maybe There's A God Above But The Only Thing I Learned From Love Was How To Shoot At Somebody Who Outdrew You.

Well I Am The One Who Loves Changing From Nothing To One.