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?