You know freedom’s just a stupid superstition / ‚cause life’s a highway that you travel blind / It’s true that having fun’s a terminal addiction / What good is happiness, when it’s just a state of mind? / For in the prison of perpetual emotion / We’re all shackled to the millstone of our dreams […]

I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / I am a cinematographer / And I walked away from New York City / And I walked away from everything that’s good / And I walked away from everything I leaned on / Only to find it’s made of wood […]

It’s cold and you’re leaving / Midnight cars roll down the street / The streetlight shines in the gutter / And you going off to sleep / But baby I sit up smoking / Wipe the ashes off the bed / Think of what you told me / And the words I never said / […]