Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.
...everything looks worse in black and white.
...music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.
Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
And so you see I have come to doubt -All that I once held as true ~ I stand alone without beliefs -The only truth I know is you