I Don't Touch Electric Guitars. It's Just

I Was Just Wondering If You'd Come Along To Hold Up My Head When My Head Won't Hold On.

I See You Young And Soft Oh Little Baby Little Feet, Little Hands, Little Baby One Year Of Crying And The Words Creep Up Inside Creep Into Your Mind So Much To Say

When You Can No Longer Differentiate Between The Insanity Spewed Onto The Blank Page, And The Madness Evident In The All-but Shattered Mirror...that's When You Know You're Doing It Right.

Take What You Can From Your Dreams, Make Them As Real As Anything...

A Friend Is Always Good To Have, But A Lover's Kiss Is Better Than Angels Raining Down On Me.