There's All Body Types, But There's Just

Pronouns Really Don't Matter In A Song - 'i' Or 'he' Or 'she' Or Even Subscribing A Lyric To An Inanimate Object.

In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You Just Hope That Someone Sits With You.

There's Nothing That The Road Cannot Heal

We [desaparecidos] Have To Make The Message And The Music And The Packaging As Appealing As Possible - As Taco Bell As Possible: Mediocre And No One Can Be Offended By It And Everyone Can Sort Of Enjoy It And We Can Play It On The Radio.

You Mean Nothing To No One But That's Nobody's Fault...