I would say I'm a humanist. I like that. I mean, I don't claim to know anything, but I'm curious about it all. I'm always fascinated when people really fervently believe, because I have such a hard time believing anything.

When you're 16 or 17, I think like most people that age, the first time you experience certain things in life, whether it's heartbreak or death or love, obviously it's going to seem like a much bigger deal.

I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans Southbound buses, Peter Pan They left it up to us again I thought you knew the drill It's kill or be killed.

And in the morning when the sun rise. Look in the water, see the blue sky. As if heaven has been laid there at our feet.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.