Look right through me, look right through me.

Oh sure, the songs have all totally evolved. I mean, when you're playing the same songs night in night out, they take on a life of their own. I can't even remember what I wrote some of them about now!

Worn out places, worn out faces.

Look right through me, look right through me.

Well, when it comes to inspiration, I come from San Diego originally - it's an un-media-hyped, sleepy sort of town, big on beach culture you know?

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / No tomorrow, no tomorrow.

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.