Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.
Mystery's a thing not easily captured, and once deceased, not easily exhumed.
Love when you can, cry when you have to, be who you must, that's a part of the plan. Await your arrival with simple survival, and one day we'll all understand.
The dogs, and home, privacy is my constant.
I've succeeded beyond what I ever thought I could.
I put everything I can into a record. That's what art is for. I take a risk every time I do one with my whole being.