To Me, It's Like Happiness Is About

Fame Is Like Getting Across The Street. It's Like, If There's Nothing To Be Across The Street For, It's A Pointless Destination.

Everything's Got Space Between It, The Planets, Trees, Your Eyes. Your Eyes Get Too Close Together, It's A Whole Different World. You Can Lose Perspective.

We Blasted Holes In The Night Until She Bled Sunshine

Good Art Provides People With A Vocabulary About Things They Can't Articulate.

Make Today's Solid Ground Out Of Yesterday's Quicksand.