I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again

I won't give up. Even if the skies get rough.

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again with a whole new meaning In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent ((Did You Get My Message?))

To create an album of 12 songs, I've got to write about 80 songs. Half of those are totally weird and rubbish.

So often the woman forgets her own greatness and she goes a little bat sh-- crazy sometimes. So its up to the other half to love that person back into the person we know them to be.

And if you're singing to someone, or if they're singing along, and suddenly you're in harmony, then it's actually making a huge difference on a subatomic level that is actually transforming the world.

I meet people every single day who have heard the music and incorporated it into their lives. I feel like I have a tribe all around the world.