Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.

The less I talk in bars, write emails, express myself in an emotionally lewd way outside of my songwriting, the more I have to do it through my music.

My job is to be some sort of music/lyric psychic, to figure out that that's the right song to not fight the lyric.

You can't really control how people hear stuff. It's hard to remember that. I have to let go of it.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

If the melody is telling me this is what the song is about, then I'm sort of forced into confession, autobiography or fantasy. If I don't do that, I've hamstrung the melody.

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.