I Could Drink A Case Of You.

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All

Love Is Touching Souls.

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.