There's A Fire Starting In

Sometimes My Songs Wander Off A Bit And Are Not Always Coherent.

So Is It Over Is This Really It You've Given Up So Easily I Thought You Loved Me More Than This

You Had My Heart Inside Of Your Hand But You Played It To The Beat

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

I Will Not Do Festivals. The Thought Of An Audience That Big Frightens The Life Out Of Me.