46 Satires (Live)

There are fairer equals

Into which our grace can fall

Hover over top of me

One is to believe

There is fearful thinking only

Stay here with me

In life as there is in death

The other is to deny

Stay with me

Who is pure in spirit

When the other becomes you?

I've gone through all my rings and assorted gold things

But there will always be something missing

Loss prediction

Made the forecast of a loss I would suffer

At the door, your sweet face looked away

And then back again

As though you heard an echo

That last day I saw you, the sun came with the rain

Three rainbows arched over the valley where you lay