You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

And the Earth Becomes my ThroneI adapt to the UnknownUnder Wandering Stars I've grownI ask no one.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.

We don't want to give people straight answers. We'd rather they question things for themselves.

There are some bad people on the rise;they're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives.

Don't bother asking for explanation, she'll just tell you that she came, in the year of the cat.

we rijden door de nacht het licht schijnt voor ons uit het ronken van de motor ismeer stilte dan geluid.

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants - use it to get into their heads.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

I'll be so quiet for you. Look like a child for you. Be like a shadow of a shadow Of a shadow for you.

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don't I know it, don't I know it

They can rip you bring you down, down to their size, but they will never get to the heart you hold inside.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?