You know what I want is songs that echo,
The stuff were doing now, is like...somebody's bedsheets,
Spread 'em out, soil them, ship 'em out to laundry you know?
But our songs, I want to be able to fold ourselves up in them...forever, you understand?

I was in a desert once,
Out in the middle of nowhere, absolutely nowhere,
Just me, the sand, and the silence,
But if you know what to listen for, It ain't silent out there,
I heard a music out there I never heard beore,
In the silence...That's Intense!