She Was Made Of Flesh And Eyelashes.

No Penance Serves To Renew Them, No Massive Transfusions Of Trust. Why Not Even Revenge Can Undo Them, So Twisted These Vows And So Crushed.

Act The Way You'd Like To Be And Soon You'll Be The Way You Act.

There Is A War Between The Ones Who Say There Is A War And The Ones Who Say There Isn't.

And Clenching Your Fist For The Ones Like Us Who Are Oppressed By The Figures Of Beauty.

It's Inappropriate For An Elderly Chap To Register, You Know, Authentically, His Feelings, You Know, Because They Really Can Be Interpreted. So You Have To Get Quite Covert As You Get Older. Or You Have To Find Some Avuncular Way, You Know, Of Responding.