From this height I can
see the tops of the trees; the 
wind blowing the leaves.

I think I've felt 
every feeling there is to feel.
Then I feel one more.

It is only love 
that could be the death of my 
heart a million times.

Today all the sadness
in the world is making 
me feel really sad.

I thought about them
and cried and then I dreamt
about them all night long.

It's too late to talk
now, but I'll be dreaming of
your voice all night long.

"Her light dress fell like
petals. 'I love everything,'
she heard herself say."
                    -The Amazing Bone

It's that moment when 
you realize you are really,
really far from home.

I fell in love with 
the butcher and left my heart 
in New York City.

I remember the 
barefoot wildness of childhood.
I miss it so much.

There was so much I 
wanted to say to you, love, 
but now you're asleep.

The shadows are not 
the same here and neither are 
the sounds that they make.

I should be writing
about the city, but I'm too 
busy loving it.

The rain's different here. 
So are the sirens. A stranger 
in a strange land.

All around me I 
could see sands wet with rain 
except from where I stood.

The sky was good to
me today. It held me with
its cool, cloudy arms.

The nurse is to the 
doctor as the food-runner 
is to the waiter.

Hey, look out New York, 
New York! No sleep til Brooklyn 
for these New York Dolls.

Smell the sun. It smells 
like passion and aggression 
and never quitting.

I can't look away
from your devil's face even 
though I know I should.