One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

I do know what my songs are about.

You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.

I don't think I've ever been an agnostic. I've always thought there's a superior power, that this is not the real world and that there's a world to come.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.