Sometimes I'll Get To The End Of

Both Me And My Wife's Extended Family All Live Within A 50-mile Radius. Like Me, A Lot Of Them Did Time In London Then Started Drifting Back To The Countryside And The Sea. Perhaps It's A Homing Instinct.

I Don't Think Of Death In A Romantic Way Anymore.

No, Come To Think Of It, I Don't Think The Cure Will End, But I Can Make Up An Ending If You Want Me To.

I Think, At Heart, Unless You Discover Faith In Something Else, Something Other, It's Very Hard To Shake The Thing That You're Adrift Alone.

I Think The Rock'n'roll Myth Of Living On The Edge Is A Pile Of Crap.