I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

People often ask me how would I like to be remembered and I answer that I would simply like to be remembered.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Whether I'm in London, Sydney or Hong Kong, it makes no difference. There is always someone who knows me. I must be one of the most unloneliest people in the world!

Without the word dream, or the concept dream, and without the word blue and the emotions, I would have been really limited in the things I've written and performed.