History Will Tell If We Were Really

I Think The Little Bush Is A Bit Stupid And More Or Less The Puppet Of His Old Man.

She Smashes Her Knuckles Into Winter As Autumn's Wind Fades Into Black She Is The Saint Of All The Sinners, The One Whose Fallen Through The Cracks... (iviva La Gloria!)

I Sort Of Enjoy The Fact That I'm Misunderstood Most Of The Time. That's Fine.

I Started Off Small And Then This Was Just The Great Opportunity.

In Every Song I Write, Whether It's A Love Song Or A Political Song Or A Song About Family, The One Thing That I Find Is Feeling Lost And Trying To Find Your Way.