I Wish That For Just One Time

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

Your Eyes Are Like Two Jewels In The Sky.

You Just Don't Wake Up One Day And Decide That You Need To Write Songs.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode