Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken.

People ask me if I left the lyrics open to ambiguity. Of course I did. I wanted to make a whole series of complex statements. The lyrics had to do with the state of society at the time.

Something touched me deep inside The day the music died.

Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take one more step

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.

I am what I do, and that's partly why I don't want to give up singing. But when I can't sing well, I will.

Each thread of life that you leave, will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs.