In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

I love [that] you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near... I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.

I write music all the time. When I talk about having writer's block, it's more to do with lyrics than anything else

Music gave me a sense that I was worthwhile and that I had something of value to offer the world even though everybody was telling me that I didnt.

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

Everybody loves you when you're easy, so don't disappoint them.

You pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay, sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day.