I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.

Your love is just the antidote when nothing else can cure me.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.

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 believe this is Heaven to no one else but me.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.