Look, Here Are We, On

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.

I Was Regularly Advised Not To Go Into Music, That I Should Give Up That Foolish Dream.

Some Might Tell You There's No Hope In Hand Just Because They Feel Hopeless But You Don't Have To Be A Thing Like That You Be A Ship In A Bottle Set Sail

The Brightest Star On A Cloudless Night Some Kind Of Miracle, Almost Empty Sky... Just As The Bite Of The Blade Wakes The Absent Mind There's Time To Dream And There's Time To Open Your Eyes

We've Never Played At This Place Before. This Place Is Big, And I'm Kinda Nervous, So We're Going To Make It Feel Small By Pretending We're In A... Bedroom. We'll Hang Off The Edge Of The Bed, Take Off Our Shoes And Get Naked!