Music is religion for me. There'll be music in the hereafter, too.

If my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will.

May I love you away from the evils of today to the dreams of tomorrow, you know heaven has no sorrow.

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

A lot of ppl are making more money than they ever had nowadays - so when they get their flat they can, they always find themselves with an extra room.

Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?