I Thought The Only Lonely Place Was

The Long And Winding Road That Leads To Your Door / Will Never Disappear, / I've Seen That Road Before It Always Leads Me Here, / Leads Me To Your Door.

Sadness Isn't Sadness. It's Happiness In A Black Jacket. Tears Are Not Tears. They're Balls Of Laughter Dipped In Salt. Death Is Not Death. It's Life That's Jumped Off A Tall Cliff.

When We Were Starting Off As Kids, Just The Idea Of Maybe Going To Do This As A Living Instead Of Getting What We Thought Was Going To Be A Boring Job, Was Exciting.

It's Nice To Have A Little Bit Of Art To Fall Back On.

There's Nothing Like The Eureka Moment Of Knocking Off A Song That Didn't Exist Before - I Won't Compare It To Sex, But It Lasts Longer.