When Death puts out our Flame, the Snuff will tell, If we were Wax, or Tallow by the smell.
The loves and hours of the life of a man, They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
Today will die tomorrow.
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
It is the spectators who make the pictures.
I'd like to have stayed in the Scouts beyond the age of 12.
All the songs are pieces to the puzzle. They each represent something different. So it's really difficult to say one song represents the album.
Going to a fashion show is almost as painful as being in one.