Love, Love, Love. All You Need Is

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

The Idea Of Beetles Came Into My Head. I Decided To Spell It Beatles To Make It Look Like Beat Music, Just A Joke.

That's The Choice They Allow You - Now The Outlet Is Being A Pop Star, Which Is Really What I'm Saying On The Album In 'working Class Hero'. As I Told Rolling Stone, It's The Same People Who Have The Power, The Class System Didn't Change One Little Bit.

We Live In A World Where We Have To Hide To Make Love, While Violence Is Practiced In Broad Daylight.

Remember To Let Her Into Your Heart.