I Think It's Shameful When You Sell

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

I Let It Fall, My Heart And As It Fell, You Rose To Claim It, It Was Dark, And I Was Sober, Until You Kissed My Lips And You Saved Me.

I Want To Leave An Album Behind That Is Classic, That People In 50 Years Will Refer To And Pass On To Their Children. An Album That You Never Bored Of.

If I Were A Writer And Not A Singer In 10 Years, I Don't Know How I'd Feel About Writing Really Personal Songs And Getting Someone Else To Sing Them.

I'm Nervous Whenever I Perform.