I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist,

How Could I Have Been Anyone Other Than Me?

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.

I Swear By Now I'm Playing Time Against My Troubles I'm Coming Slow But Speeding

I'm Partly Obsessed By Aging Gracefully.

I Can't Believe That We Would Lie In Our Graves Wondering If We Had Spent Our Living Days Well. I Can't Believe That We Would Lie In Our Graves Dreaming Of Things That We Might Have Been.