The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

No use wishing now for any other sin.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin’ to anesthetize the way that you feel.

You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it.Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit.

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.

Oh, I know that she’s disgusted,cause she’s feeling so abused.She gets tired of the lust,but it’s so hard to refuse.

I was watching while you’re dancing away,our love got fractured in the echo and sway.How come everybody wants to be your friend?You know that it still hurts me just to say it.

So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?

He’s such a dragHe’s not insaneIt’s just that everybodyHas to feel his pain.

I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who’d talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,when you know it’s the way that you walk.

She’s no angel.He’s no saint.

I don’t wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.

Bad lovers face to face in the morning Shy apologies and polite regrets Slow dances that left no warning of Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere Even presidents...

But it’s easier to say ‘I love you’,than ‘Yours, sincerely’ I suppose.

Strict TimeThere’s a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knocking but I’m not coming out Don’t want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist ‘Cause there’s no ventilation...

There’s a girl in this dress,there’s always a girl in distress.

Life is so strangeI don’t know whyBut somebody, somebody has to cry.

Death wears a big hat.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture – it’s really a stupid thing to want to do.

It’s a breath you took too late.It’s a death that’s worse than fate.