Lyricists Play With Words.

All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Come From?

My Mum Died When I Was 14. That Is A Kind Of Strange Age To Lose A Mother. John Lost His Mum When He Was 17.

All At Once We See Things In Our Skies, And We Both Realize It Together. Well You Know They Were Wrong, Get On The Right Thing.

Painting Is Similar To Music. You Get A Couple Or Words Or Notes Or Chords That Excite You, And You Just Follow Them And Add A Bit More And See Where It Takes You. That's The Thrill For Me. It Still Is A Thrill, Which Is Amazing After All This Time.

My Stepmother Sold My Birth Certificate And Someone Asked Why I Didn't Buy It Back. I Don't Know, Really. I Just Couldn't Bring Myself To Do It. It Was Mine. It Cost Me Nothing And Suddenly I Had To Buy It Back.