I believe that love that is true and real,
creates a respite from death.
All cowardice comes from
not loving or not loving well,
which is the same thing.
And then the man
who is brave and true
looks death squarely in the face,
like some rhino-hunters
I know or Belmonte,
who is truly brave...
It is because they make
love with sufficient passion,
to push death out of their minds...
until it returns, as it does,
to all men...
and then you must make
really good love again.
Think about it.


You have a boyfriend
But you love me every weekend
And I waste all my time
Dreaming in your arms
And I cut my wrist and my hair

Through the days through the nights
I need you by my side
Crying for lost friends
Now I wanna hold your hands
And I cut my wrist and my hair
For you
But I don't love you

You have a boyfriend
But you love me every weekend
And I waste all my time
Dreaming in your arms
Through the days through the nights
I need you by my side
Crying for lost friends
Now I wanna hold your hands
And I cut my wrist and my hair
For you
But I don't love you

I cut my wrist and my hair
Kiss all my enemies
Fly to steal the moon
for you
But I don't love you