The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

You Know The Day Destroys The Night, Night Divides The Day, Tried To Run, Tried To Hide, Break On Through To The Other Side...

I Think The Highest And Lowest Points Are The Important Ones. Anything Else Is Just...in Between.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

Drugs Are A Bet With Your Mind.

Give Me Songs To Sing And Emerald Dreams To Dream And I'll Give You Love Unfolding.