Anything that has to travel all the way down from your cerebellum to your fingertips, there's a lot of things that can happen on the journey. Sometimes I'll listen to records, my own stuff, and I think god, the original idea for this was so much better than the mutation that we arrived at.

Sometimes I write notes that I have difficulty singing.

I'm not even sure what I want, but that's not the point - it's that I want it now.

You swore you wouldn't shout. If it's not your punch, then it's your pout.

Somebody should clip Sting around the head and tell him to stop using that ridiculous Jamaican accent.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.