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

The birds they sangat the break of day.Start again!!I heard them say

I said I was ready to die recently, and I think I was exaggerating.That declaration of readiness, no matter what the outcome, that's a part of everyone's soul.

It just takes a long time for me [to write a song]. I'm very slow. And it comes, kind of, by dribbles and drops.

I think what we like about music - and what we like about art in general....is that enterprise that stops our minds from spinning. Because we're always all over the place. A good song, a good lyric is a movie: it will just focus and calm and confer significance on this completely bewildering reality that all of us live in.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love