The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.
In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.
You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire.
I think one of the things about writing in the studio is that the song hasn't matured, if you like, so quite often the vocals are early attempts. Whereas once you've taken it out on the road a bit, you learn more about a song.
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.