My Voice Is Soft, But Oh, My

Lying On The Roof Counting The Stars That Fill The Sky I Wonder If Someone In The Heavens Looking Back Down On Me I'll Never Know So Much Space To Believe

Look, Here Are We On This Starry Night Staring Into Space. And I Must Say I Feel As Small As Dust Lying Down Here. What Point Could There Be Troubling? Head Down Wondering What Will Become Of Me, Why Concern We Cannot See But No Reason To Abandon It. Time Is Short But That's All Right, Maybe I'll Go In The Middle Of The Night. Take Your Hands From Your Eyes, My Love, Everything Must End Some Time, Don't Burn The Day Away.

The Reason I Play Music Is To Touch People - For Selfish Reasons, As Well. It Feels Good To Make Someone Else Feel Something, Whether It's A Kiss, A Painting, Good Idea Or It's A Song.

My Voice Is Soft, But Oh, My Heart Roars!

And When You Wake, You Will Fly Away, Holding Tight To The Legs Of All Your Angels. Goodbye, My Love, Into Your Blue, Blue Eyes.