People don't know anything about themselves because they're all worried about everybody else.
Love is the answer At least for most of the questions in my heart Why are we here and where do we go And how come it's so hard
Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.
The wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows.
A lot of people spend their time just floating/ We were victims together but lonely.
Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside.