I Get Painted Quite A Bit As

Sometimes I Breathe You In And I Know You Know.

I've Had To Keep Exploring Different Ways Of Presenting The Music So I Don't Repeat Myself.

And Is It Right, Butterfly, They Like You Better Framed And Dried?

From In The Shadow She Calls. And In The Shadow She Finds A Way, Finds A Way. And In The Shadow She Crawls, Clutching Her Faded Photograph. My Image Under Her Thumb. Yes With A Message For My Heart. She’s Been Everybody Else’s Girl Maybe One Day She’ll Be Her Own.

Look, I'm Standing Naked Before You; Don't You Want More Than My Sex? I Can Scream As Loud As Your Last One, But I Can't Claim Innocence.