And I Would Like To Marry And

That's Going To Be On My Headstone: 'he Came. He Wrote 'in The Air Tonight.' He... Died.'

The Stereotypical Rock-star-trashing-a-hotel-room Thing? Those Days Had Passed By The Time I Was In A Band Big Enough To Do It.

God Is A Spa-bath Of Water And We Are All Individual Bubbles

I Can't Consider Myself A Drummer Any More.

Take A Look At Me Now, Cause There's Just An Empty Space. And You Coming Back To Me Is Against All Odds And That's What I've Got To Face.