Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?
Crime is increasing, trigger happy policing. Panic is spreading, God knows where we're heading.
Great artists suffer for the people.
I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.
And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong
I want to stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you.