Take Me Disappearing, Through The

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.