I've been a golden boy for too long.
You're in my heart, you're in my soul. You'll be my breath, should I grow old.
Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It's the image, not what you sing.
I've always been worried about the band but I've got to the point now where I think it's time to start thinking about myself a bit more.
I'm only lookin' for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.
The first cut is the deepest.