Dreamland is a book, but it's my song in book form. It's translated itself into a different medium.

Was it a light only she could see? A gypsy's spell? A mystery?

I don't think you need to dumb down to a child, you merely have to be clear, you know?

I think that every new record is a chance to... I think what it is for me is my heart and soul at that moment in time... I've always felt that just being able to make a record is a privilege.

I don't really remember my folks singing to us, but they read to us.

I woke to find every window open I woke to find the heavy door ajar And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop And gazed once more on a bright morning star I walked outside and every bird was singing As I found again my bright morning star

I've crossed lines of word and wire and both have cut me deep. I've been frozen out and I've been on fire, and the tears are mine to weep.