A man never got a woman back... not by begging on his knees.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.
A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.
Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.
Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.