Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

Let hope inspire you, but let not idealism blind you. Don't look back, you can never look back.

It is not good to cross the bridge before you get to it.

I’m burning all the time. My pockets full of matches and lighters, the blue smoke crawling out like a skinny ghost from between my lips. My lungs on fire, the wings of them falling from the open sky.

What is to give light must endure the burning.