My Voice Is Soft, But Oh, My

So Why Would You Care To Get Out Of This Place? You And Me And All Our Friends, Such A Happy Human Race. Eat, Drink And Be Merry, For Tomorrow We Die.

She Thinks, "hey, How Did I Come To This? I Dream Myself A Thousand Times Around The World, But I Can't Get Out Of This Place"

Good Music Is Good Music, And Everything Else Can Go To Hell.

The Brightest Star On A Cloudless Night Some Kind Of Miracle, Almost Empty Sky... Just As The Bite Of The Blade Wakes The Absent Mind There's Time To Dream And There's Time To Open Your Eyes

Don’t You Rob Yourself Of What You’re Feeling; Don’t Rob Yourself Of All That You Could Be.