And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.'

Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now - girls, visions, anything, just in the same…

now we're busy making all our busy plans on foundations built to last but nothing fades as fast as the future and nothing clings like the past, until we can se…