It's Hard For Me To Put On

As The Plane Got Closer To Miami, I Had This Terrible Feeling He Was Dying. Maybe He Was Telling Me That He Was Going. I Felt Anger, Panic, Despair And Helplessness.

I Don't Like Rock Opera With Back Beats.

I Don't Have Too Much Faith In Destiny, Or An Afterlife. This Is It.

Music Became An Obsession, And Eventually We Felt More Comfortable With Each Other Then We Did With Anyone Else. The Three Of Us Were Like One Person.

I Find It Very, Very Hard. He Was Part Of The Fabric Of My Life. We Were Kids Together, And Teenagers. We Spent The Whole Of Our Lives With Each Other Because Of Our Music.