When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

You have to forget about what other people say, when you're supposed to die, or when you're supposed to be loving. You have to forget about all these things.

When I die, just keep playing the records.

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.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.