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When I was a man, I thought it ended, when I knew love's perfect ache; but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.

They'd find us in a week; when the buzzards get loud.

And God knows, I could make amends!

I was a kid who was stuck in his room. There isn't much more to say about it.

Nobody knows his real name, so now he just uses one he saw on a grave.

And I love, too, that love soon might end- be known in its aching; shown in the shaking lately of my wasteland, baby.

Love, let my love inside go free.

So I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out how I'm imagining you.

Oh, your love is sunlight.

I had been lost to you, sunlight- and flew like a moth to you, sunlight.

It's not profound to know that you can never know.

And God knows, I could make amends!

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome- but love the sweet air of the votives.

My church offers no absolutes- he tells me worship in the bedroom.

Remember your virtue; redemption lies plainly in truth.

Innocence died screaming, honey- ask me, I should know; I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

Love, let my love inside go free.

I'm taking down the number of the Times, so when we get the sign from god I'll be the first to call them!

To Bethlehem, it slouched and then must've caught a good look at you.

Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave.