In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

In My Secret Life" "I saw you this morning, you were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much, there's no one in sight. And we're still making love In my secret life. I smile when I am angry, I cheat and I lie, I do what I have to do to get by, In my secret life.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.