Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don't get sentimental. I think we're all afraid to reveal our hearts. It's not at all in fashion.
I'm more interested in what I discover than what I invent.
Maybe I think too much for my own good.
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.