Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street
I don't want to die, obviously, but really, the wonder of life is amplified by the fact that it ends.
Everyday should be a good day to die
I believe in love, but believe it's love that keeps beating me down.
Love, you drive me to distraction.
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, somebody's heart is broken, and it becomes your favorite song.