Having washed my face in a frozen stream, And having lived in guest rooms for the last seven years, And having just doubled in size, admitting animal loving, I still must find a way how
How do I live with the romance of the world? How do I live with the romance: the lure of scenery? How do I live with the romance of comfort and closed eyes? How do I live with the romance and admit That this might be the world where I belong?