I Actually Got Really Petrified

It Was In San Diego And I Was Onstage And Couldn't Remember How To Play The Guitar Properly. I Was In Terrible Pain And My Nervous System Was Just Going Wild, Like Somebody Had Just Run A Car Over Me.

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

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake

Come English Settlement, I Had It In My Head That I Didn't Want To Tour.

I Felt Pressured By Continuous Touring.