I'll Always Touch You.

Lots Of The Things We Do Are Dangerous, But Life Itself Is Dangerous; Nothing Is Really Worth Bothering With That Isn't Full Of Danger

Purple Haze All In My Eyes, Don't Know If It's Day Or Night. You Got Me Blowin', Blowin' My Mind. Is It Tomorrow Or Just The End Of Time?

Even Castles Made Of Sand, Fall Into The Sea, Eventually.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

Before You Start Pointing Fingers, Make Sure Your Hands Are Clean.