My only love! Did you know what I'd become? And in that 
becoming how all your reasons rung true like prophecy? 
Cruel, like a curse? Well, I know it's not your doing, 
but you heard the tocsin first! My only love! Last night 
I crawled into a church! In pitch dark I said "I want to 
believe"-- as I clawed my way for purchase! Saying, 
"Lord, if you're really here please tell me, is it your 
will that I can never again touch my only love? Never? 
Never? And then I die?" Oh, my only love! My only love! 
Why? Well that testimony rose from your mouth like a 
cobra from a basket! And you held a darker question 
there: You were too afraid to ask it! Well, ask it! Ask 
it! I know where the answer lies: In the dust of bones 
and mountains; in the malevolent march of time! From your 
birthday to your deathbed, don't forget to tell your 
child: Love is rendered temporary! And forever is a lie! 
Oh my only love! My only love! Why?