I don't know you, And you don't know me. It is this that brings us together.

I know it works for me. As we cross the bridge - the burning bridge - With flames behind us, We front the line. It's you and me, baby, against the world.

I do think I go out of my way to be a very normal person and I just find it frustrating that people think that I'm some kind of weirdo reclusive that never com…

It's not easy for me To give away a secret - It's not safe:

We reach vague-gesturing hands, we lift our heads, Hear sounds far off,-and dream, with quivering breath, Our curious separate ways through life and death.

I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.

I don't like being too looked up at or too looked down on. I prefer meeting in the middle to being worshipped or spat out.