A lot of things come together to make up a song. It's just images.
The trip had become boring. It wasn't exciting anymore to totally be a singer/songwriter because it wasn't working for me.
If my heart could do my thinking, would my brain begin to feel?
You come into my dreams from a whisper to a scream.
Become enraptured by the sights and sounds in intrigue of nature and beauty, come along with me and take it all in. Come here my love.
I'd love to live in Ireland but I'd like to live as me, not what someone thinks I am. People don't understand - I lived there before I was famous.