Music To Me Is Like Breathing. I

Sighted People, You Gotta Deal With Them.

Other Arms Reach Out To Me, Other Eyes Smile Tenderly, Still In Peaceful Dreams I See, The Road Leads Back To You.

Dreams, If They're Any Good, Are Always A Little Bit Crazy.

Music To Me Is Just Like Breathing. I Have To Have It. It's Part Of Me.

Love Is A Special Word, And I Use It Only When I Mean It. You Say The Word Too Much And It Becomes Cheap.