All I Really, Really Want Our Love

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.