I don't think socialism, and I don't think warmness and respect are necessarily bad words.

I don't touch electric guitars. It's just not my thing - I stick with acoustic guitars only.

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

You and me have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best.

I think we should all talk to our enemies and talk to our friends. Talk! That's the only way we'll find solutions.

I hate to admit it, but we're badass.

Sometimes it's nice to be able to reflect on the music itself and then write lyrics that I feel anyone can relate to. It's not my dreaming tree that is dead. The feeling of a loss of hope is universal. There are moments that we've all felt a little bit of it, so I don't think it is something that is too hard to identify with.