Love without limits; reverse the hate.
I want a thousand guitars. . .
It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.
We struggled together and sometimes with one another. We took care of one another. In the end, we kept faith in each other.
Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.
The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.
I know music is subjective.
Devotion is a disease. And you catch it from those people who have it.
You either get free stuff or you get freedom. You cannot have both and you need to make a choice.
Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.