Time To Write And Sing,

The People Who Raised Me Musically Are My Mother, Who Is A Classically Trained Pianist, And My Stepfather.

I Have No Advice For Anybody; Except To, You Know, Be Awake Enough To See Where You Are At Any Given Time, And How That Is Beautiful, And Has Poetry Inside. Even Places You Hate.

There's The Moon Asking To Stay Long Enough For The Clouds To Fly Me Away

I Resent The Fact That A Parental Warning Sticker Has To Be Included On An Album As Cover Art. To Me That's Censorship.

My Kingdom For A Kiss Upon Her Shoulder It's Never Over, All My Riches For Her Smiles When I Slept So Soft Against Her... It's Never Over, All My Blood For The Sweetness Of Her Laughter... It's Never Over, She's A Tear That Hangs Inside My Soul Forever.