I Don't Need A Man In My

The Moon Upon The Ocean Is Swept Around In Motion, But Without Ever Knowing.

Over In The Uk, The Music Press Can Be Brutal. They Can Say Wonderful Things About You One Week, And The Next Week, You're In The Can.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

Place A Name Upon The Night One To Set Your Heart Alight And To Make The Darkness Bright Paint The Sky With Stars.

It's Very Homely, This Castle. It Doesn't Have Huge Ballrooms. I Didn't Want A Cold, Cavernous Place.