The Truth Lies In Between

In My New Life, No Room For A Lost Boy.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.

I Know People Sometimes Have This Fantasy About Cornwall. But The Cornish Are So Grounded.

Is Your Place In Heaven Worth Giving Up These Kisses

And If There Is A Way To Find You, I Will Find You. But Will You Find Me If Neil Makes Me A Tree