If one can't give what they have and share then they will always be empty

I've never written a song in my life. It's all a big hoax.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.

It's all a big hoax, honey. I never wrote a song in my life. I get one-third of the credit for recording it. It makes me look smarter than I am. I've never even had an idea for a song. Just once, mybe.

Love had surely made us all and hate would surely make us fall.

You're so square, baby, I don't care.