The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

... i didn't fall in love of course
it's never up to you
but she was walking back and forth
and i was passing through

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

Well I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

I will starve till prophets find me,
I will bleed till angels bind me,
Still I sing till churches blind me,
Still I love till cog-wheels wind me.