I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

We have a thousand points of light for the homeless man. We've got a kinder gentler machine gun hand.

Music is the love of my life. It's a total escape from reality. Music transports you to another place, someplace unexpected and meaningful.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

As sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

Musically I was fed up with the virtuoso thing. Our gigs had become nothing more than an excuse for us to show off as individuals, and any sense of unity we might have had when we started seemed to have gone out the window.