The Dream Is Over. I

Only By Trying On Other People's Clothes Do We Find What Size We Are.

You Can Only Breathe Out If You Breathe In.

The World Went Mad And Used Us As An Excuse.

I'd Always Felt Repressed. We Were All So Pressurised That There Was Hardly Any Chance Of Expressing Ourselves, Especially Working At That Rate, Touring Continually And Always Kept In A Cocoon Of Myths And Dreams.

Please Don’t Spoil My Day; I’m Miles Away And, After All, I’m Only Sleeping.