I'm Not Going To Change My Ways

For A Moment This Good Time Would Never End You And Me Just Wasting Time I Was Kissing You You Were Kissing Me Love From Good Day Into A Moonlight

Oh Look At How She Listens She Says Nothing Of What She Thinks She Just Goes Stumbling Through Her Memories Staring Out On To Grey Street

Sometimes It's Nice To Be Able To Reflect On The Music Itself And Then Write Lyrics That I Feel Anyone Can Relate To. It's Not My Dreaming Tree That Is Dead. The Feeling Of A Loss Of Hope Is Universal. There Are Moments That We've All Felt A Little Bit Of It, So I Don't Think It Is Something That Is Too Hard To Identify With.

We Have To Do Much More Than Believe If We Really Want To Change Things.

I Find A Therapy In Playing Music, In Many Different Ways.