My Life Is A Crystal Teardrop. There

Noise Is An Imposition On Sanity, And We Live In Very Noisy Times.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.

If It Came Back I Would Be Thrilled. I Would Be Delighted To Write More Songs. I Need Them Now Because I Want To Make An Album And I Have To Depend On Other People's Music, Which I've Done For Years. But Still, It'd Be Really Nice To Be Able To Sprinkle It With My Own.

As Long As We Keep Searching, The Answers Come.

We Both Know What Memories Can Bring / They Bring Diamonds And Rust.