Deadlines are things that we pass through on the way to finishing.

One thing that really appeals to me is this idea of music being a living thing that has an evolution that, in a way, enables the artist to sell a process rather than a piece of product.

The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.

I come to you defenses down with the trust of a child.

To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Though my life was in a rut 'Til I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut

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.

Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss