Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

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.

Maybe there's a God above, As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight, It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.