I Don't Write The Songs;

The Cards Are No Good That Your Are Holding Unless You're From Another World.

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.

If I Had The Stars From The Darkest Night And The Diamonds From The Deepest Ocean, I'd Forsake Them All For Your Sweet Kiss, For That's All I'm Wishin' To Be Ownin'.

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.

You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes For Other People Rather Than Yourself.