Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

Every single song has its own individual character and you can't treat each song the same way, because it wants to be treated differently and there are songs that are like scared birds that you have to sneak up on over the course of months in the woods.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

The ship is sinking The ship is sinking There's leak, there's a leak,in the boiler room The poor, the lame, the blind Who ore the ones that we kept in charge Killers, thieves, and lawyers God's Away, God's away God's away on Business

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.

Sometimes words are just music themselves. Like 'Chicago' is a very musical sounding name.

I don't know what the 'big time' is.