Human affairs are like a chess-game: only those who do not take it seriously can be called good players. Life is like an earthen pot: only when it is shattered, does it manifest its emptiness

and if you were walking and heard the cold night coming would you call my name cause you know i'd come running...

oh and in a different place the hands that hold your face are only tryin only tryin to keep you warm

and then if you take a look, a look down the road
you'll see a badger and a one-eyed toad
they won't say a word, they'll just look at you
with that wise old look of the old...

don't matter what I say, only what I do,
never mean to do bad things to you,
so quiet but I finally woke up,
if you're sad than it's time you spoke up, too