I might sing a gospel song in Arabic or do something in Hebrew. I want to mix it up and do it differently than one might imagine.

Those yesterdreams were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play, yester-me, yester-you, yesterday.

I was so bad. Out of control. So glad I turned out to be a nice guy.

Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets. Babies die before their born, infected by the grief.

When I wrote the words and I have the music, I felt, wow, you know, this has got to be right. I got to sing it right.

We all know that love is truly the key. Anyone who tries to make anyone think that things of destruction has anything to do with God or Allah, they're a liar.

Eyes lie if you ever look into them for the character of the person.