I Have A Sneaking Suspicion That All

Gather Yourself By The Sea Shore And I Will Love You There. Assemble Yourself With Wild Things, With Songs Of The Sparrow And Sea-foam. Let Mad Beauty Collect Itself In Your Eyes And It Will Shine - Calling Me. For I Long For A Man With Nests Of Wild Things In His Hair. A Man Who Will Kiss The Flame.

I Love Playing Big Rooms. There's Nothing Like It. It's A Power Trip.

But Maybe If We Are Surrounded In Beauty Someday We Will Become What We See

Sometimes The Tide Is Just Out. But It Always Comes Back In Again. In Times Of Severe Distress, We Tend To Get Tunnel Vision And Think This Feeling Will Last Forever. It Will Not.

I've Always Toured Solo Acoustic.