The English Can Be A Very Critical,

I Guess I'm Quite Used To Not Being Understood Rather Than Being Understood.

I'm Back At My Cliff Still Throwing Things Off I Listen To The Sounds They Make On Their Way Down I Follow Him With My Eyes 'till They Crash Imagine What My Body Would Sound Like Slamming Against Those Rocks.

There's Definitely, Definitely, Definitely, No Logic To Human Behaviour . . . There's No Map And A Compass Wouldn't Help At All

It Wasn't Just One Journalist Getting It Wrong, Everybody Was Getting It Wrong.

Pedaling Through The Dark Currents, I Find An Accurate Copy. A Blue Print Of The Pleasure In Me.