if love is an accidentI should be kind to thisrogue October hearttake it out for dinnerall good and hotlike a devilpleased to havemy private sin singanother piece of my song
love is a strange suna white bear lost at seaI am never troubled by angry wordsand I like being in the darkexcess of light makes eyes believevicious and impossible thingslike little kings making a peaceout of the dead
a great jar of bloodheard of the heartdoubtful that when we have oneit will be an advantageit cannot be a friendor take delightit will not reason but only performand look like meator so I think at a funeralhow love livesin the tongueof a dying shoe