So I'll Continue To Continue To Pretend

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.

I Don't Really Know Why An Idea Comes To Me. But All Of A Sudden, An Idea Comes And From Experience I Can Intuit What Something Means When An Interesting Line Pops Up. Or I Can Intuit What An Interesting Choice Might Be. And I Can Try A Couple Of Different Choices, And See Which One Feels Right, And Then Continue The Song To See Where It Goes.

I Met My Old Lover On The Street Last Night. She Seemed So Glad To See Me, I Just Smiled. Then We Talked About Some Old Times And We Drank Ourselves Some Beers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

She Said The Man In The Gabardine Suit Was A Spy I Said 'be Careful His Bowtie Is Really A Camera'

People Often Called Us Perfectionists, But We Were Not Looking For Perfection. We Were Looking For Some Kind Of Magic In The Music.