Sitting in the hotel restaurant after the gig and considering the psychological significance of choosing to eat steak. Maybe I’m just a bit bougie. Or trying to assert some weird machismo. There’s some Freudian shit in there somewhere.
Try to give but you don’t want - want for nothing.
And you don’t talk ‘cause you don’t wanna tell me something.
Feels like I’m saying too much when I’m only tryin’ to show you my love.You’re runnin away, runnin away scared o’ Nothing Can’t look back cause you might just regret something Just when we’re coming on right we always seem to start a fight. And I know why.
I am silver-lined
I’ve got to share this again. Every time I watch I feel the pressure of just trying to be. It’s beautiful.