The blame is on me...I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

so i sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name; it's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change.

I don't know how to have a normal relationship because I try to act normal and love from a normal place and live a normal life, but there is sort of an abnormal magnifying glass, like telescope lens, on everything that happens.

You get to a point where it's like you can't really do anything right, and people will pick on you for whatever decisions you make, so I just try and take no notice and get on with my music.

I think there's something so attractive about mystery.

Every time i try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people.