The more that you follow me, the more I get lost

Mix your drinks, and it's best not to cry over spilt milk, but put it back in the bottle.

Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?

Once you realize that what I’m saying is true and comes from the heart, then it’s easy. But if you see it all as a façade and just a presentation of affected emotion, then it’s not so easy, it’ll just confuse you.

You want to dance. You want to sing. Yeah, that feeling, of course, is beyond recollection really.

I'm not a suicidal person at all, but on paper it seems that I am. I think I'm really quite horrible to myself in many ways. You always think it's going to be fine, the body will repair itself. There will be another chance. But I'm 33 now. The body won't keep repairing itself. You know when you can flick a coin and catch it on your elbow, and flick it up and catch it on the back of your head? And then you can't even catch it with two hands any more. You realise something is wrong.

If you've lost your faith in love and music, Oh the end won't be long...