A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.
All I'm gonna do is just go on and do what I feel.
The truth is straight ahead, so don't burn yourself instead.
You got your God and so do I.
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.
Music is religion for me. There'll be music in the hereafter, too.