“A sad fact widely knownThe most impassionate songTo a lonely soulIs so easily outgrownBut dont forget the songsThat made you smileAnd the songs that made you cryWhen you lay in aweOn the bedroom floorAnd said : oh, oh, smother me mother...No ...Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ringLa ...The passing of timeAnd all of its crimesIs making me sad againThe passing of timeAnd all of its sickening crimesIs making me sad againBut dont forget the songsThat made you cryAnd the songs that saved your lifeYes, youre older nowAnd youre a clever swineBut they were the only ones who ever stood by youThe passing of time leaves empty livesWaiting to be filled (the passing ...)The passing of timeLeaves empty livesWaiting to be filledIm here with the causeIm holding the torchIn the corner of your roomCan you hear me ? And when youre dancing and laughingAnd finally livingHear my voice in your headAnd think of me kindly”

“Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?”

“Oh time...time, pass so that I forget!Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.”

“Are you - are you sad?" - No. "But your - your songs are sad." - My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells.”

“Has a confrontational ring to it, doesn't it? Like saying, the sky is rubber, or, your foot's a hippopotamus.”

“There's a club, if you'd like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.'So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die.”

“Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.”