No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp