Music Isn`t For The Eyes,

The Scars Of Your Love Remind Me Of Us They Keep Me Thinking That We Almost Had It All The Scars Of Your Love They Leave Me Breathless I Can't Help Feeling We Could Have Had It All

I Won't Let You Close Enough To Hurt Me.

My Worst Fear Is My Music Won't Connect With The Public.

I Was Adopting An Ethiopian Child, That's Not True. My House Was Haunted, That Wasn't True. God, There's Been So Many Rumours.

I Can't Write Another Breakup Record. That Would Be A Real Cliche.