No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong.

Do me wrong, do me right, tell me lies, but hold me tight.

I tend to write out the first iteration of a lyric here and then go over here and make variations on it, on the page opposite.

But it's only after you've played it on the road 20 or 30 times that it becomes really finished and polished...and you realize what it means, and you get the phrasing right.

Though the body sleeps, the heart will never rest.

There'll come a writing phase where you have to defend the time, unplug the phone and put in the hours to get it done.

I was a functional addict.