I didn’t lie, but perhaps I should have, for this makes no sense.

I can feel you searching round my brain.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht.

I got my first real six-string.

You've never met before.

There's a palace of bricks.

I etched the face of a stopwatch on the back of a raindrop.

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all?

Hello my old heart, how have you been?

I thought I saw you in the battleship.

Your love is like a studded leather headlock.