In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.

With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked. In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted. Cause I love to be loved.

Music is a spiritual doorway its power comes from the fact that it plugs directly into the soul, unlike a lot of visual art or textual information that has to go through the more filtering processes of the brain.

They think so small, they use small words. But not me, I'm smarter than that, I've worked it out. I'm stretching my mouth to let those big words come on out.

I get lost, sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart.

I look at the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.