When You Reach For A Star, Only

What Am I Singing? A Song Of Seeds The Food Of Love. Eat The Music.

Chips Of Plutonium Are Twinkling In Every Lung.

It's Not Easy Putting Creative Projects Together. In My Case, It Might Take A Long Time And You Try To Do The Best.

Sometimes People Mishear My Lyrics And Think A Song's About Something It Isn't.

After I've Done The Salesman Bit, I Like To Be Quiet And Retreat, Because That's Wherei Write From. I'm A Sort Of Quiet Little Person.