I'm Not The Quiet Sensitive Little Guy

She Said She Married An Architect, Who Kept Her Warm And Safe And Dry. She Would Like To Say She Loved The Man, But She Didn't Like To Lie.

If Someone Criticizes My Child It's Gonna Hurt Me A Little Bit, But It's My Child, You Know, And I Love It Regardless.

As We Hang Beneath The Heavens, And We Hover Over Hell, Our Hearts Become The Instruments We Learn To Play So Well.

Now Is The Only Thing That Exists.

It's Only An Interim Trip. I Love The Music, But It's Really Giving Me A Way In Which I Can Comfortably Explore My Art.