I don't want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies, all I want is someone to believe.

When I was a young musician, the only option available to pursue secondary education in music was to attend a classical conservatory.

Some people find it's easier to hate.

Maybe this won't last very long but you feel so right and I could be wrong. Maybe I've been hoping too hard. I've gone this far and it's more than I hope for.

She's got a smile that heals me.

Call you up in the middle of the night. It's awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?