I Felt Pressured By Continuous Touring.

I Believe The Printed Word Is More Than Sacred Beyond The Gauge Of Good Or Bad The Human Right To Let Your Soul Fly Free And Naked Above The Violence Of The Fearful And Sad

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

For A Heart Without Love Is A Song With No Words And A Tune To Which No One Is Listening So Your Heart Must Give Love And You'll Find That You Shine Like Rain On The Leaves You'll Be Glistening.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Knowing That Your Lenses Peep Now I Eat My Daily Bread And Into The Tape Spool I'll Be Fed

I Actually Got Really Petrified By The Thought Of People Seeing Me.