I Wear Black On The Outside 'cause

Everyday Is Like Sunday Everyday Is Silent And Grey

God, Come Down, If You're Really There - Well, You're The One Who Claims To Care!

Whenever I’d Over­hear How People Found Me To Be ‘a Bit Much’ (which Is The Gentle Way Of Say­ing The Word ‘unbear­able’), I Under­stood Why. To Myself I Would Say: Well, Yes Of Course I’m A Bit Much — If I Weren’t, I Would Not Be Lit Up By So Many Lights.

And Though I Walk Home Alone, My Faith In Love Is Still Devout.

You Made Me Feel Less Alone; You Made Me Feel Not Quite So Deformed, Uninformed And Hunchbacked.