Nightly You Retrace Your Steps

Everybody Kind Of Understands, Oh Yeah You Take Drugs And It Does Something To Your Brain And Then You Can't Stop. It's Easier To Describe That Shame, That Horrible Feeling Of Not Being Able To Control Your Own Life.

I Might Be Stupid To Think Love Is Love, But I Do.

It's In The Dictionary. And When I Find What It Is, I'll Write It Down In Case It Comes Up Again, I'll Be Certain To Avoid It.

It's Not Easy In This Phosphorescent Gloom Telling Waking Dreams Apart Anyhow.

I Don't Envy Anybody Trying To Start A Career Right. There Really Is No Music Business Left, In A Lot Of Ways.