The moon is quite a show off given the chance. The stars make a sound when they shine so bright. Water so blue and so black.

For me, in songwriting, I have a route I can take. Maybe there's some forks, I can go this way, this way. But I know those roads. I still have the experience behind me.

I guess, and it may be a flaw, that I think about rhythm more [than anything else]. I'm always wanting to find something unusual. I've started to try and write more traditionally, but for whatever reason, I tend toward trying to find something that sounds more like a pattern to me.

I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.

I'll be back 'round again, yes, I'll walk in time with you, old friend. And we'll find that place that we had danced in so long ago.

Isn't it strange how we move out lives for another day? Like skipping a beat, what if a great wave should wash us all away?

I do still get shocked every once in a while when I catch my reflection when I'm walking past a glass building, but it's in my mind about getting older and finding out what I'm going to look like as it unfolds - or as it folds, depending on where the marks and scars land.