Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.
Rooftop SoliloquyI think when I was younger I was not very good at writing love songs that didn't have a twist.
Elvis CostelloI want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairIt is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair