The World's Become A Little Too Mean.

My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And The Spinning Never Stops.

There's Nothing That The Road Cannot Heal

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

On Every Bright Eyes Record, There's Some Kind Of Sound Collage That Begins It. Some Of Them Have Dialogue, Some Don't. I Like It Because It Can Kind Of Slow Down The Attention Span A Bit. It's A Way To Draw You In To The Rest Of The Record.

And Me I'm In My Bedroom Drawing In My Notebook Because My Hand Thinks I'm An Artist But My Heart Knows I'm A Poet It's Just Words They Mean So Little To Me.