QUOTE : Out of the Works No Good Comes From<br /><br />The simple equation you found <br />in my notebook <br />frightened you <br />but I could have explained it: <br />After all bright colors of sunset and <br />leaves are added together <br />lovers are subtracted <br />children multiplied, are divided, taken away.<br /><br />The remainder is small enough<br />To stay in this room forever<br />Gray-shadowing restless<br />Trapped on a gray grass plain,<br /><br />I did not plan to tell you<br />Better to lose colors gradually<br />First the blue of the eyes<br />Then the red of blood<br />Its salt taste fading…<br />Wherever you’re heading tonight<br />You think you’re leaving me<br />An the equation of this gray room.<br />Hold her close<br />Pray <br />These are lies I am telling you. <br /><br />…You’ll drive on<br />Putting distance and time between us-<br />The snow in the high Sierras<br />The dawn along the Pacific<br />Dreaming you’ve left this narrow room.<br />But tonight<br />I have traced all escape routes<br />With my finger across the tv weather map.<br />Your ocean dawn is only the gray light <br />In the corner of this room<br />Your mountain snowstorm<br />Flies against the glass screen<br />Until we both are buried.