Telling What You Feel, Trying To Talk

I Wanted To Try To Write Songs On The Piano To Get A Different Flavor.

The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame He Might Get Burned, But He's In The Game And Once He's In, He Can't Go Back He'll Beat His Wings Till He Burns Them Black No, The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real 'cause Flame And Moth Got A Sweetheart Deal And Nothing Fuels A Good Flirtation Like Need And Anger And Desperation No, The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real.

It's Not Easy In This Phosphorescent Gloom Telling Waking Dreams Apart Anyhow.

If Your Standards Are Low, You're Going To Stop Pretty Early On In The Process.

There's A Lot Of Music That Sounds Like It's Literally Computer-generated, Totally Divorced From A Guy Sitting Down At An Instrument.