It's Very Homely, This Castle. It Doesn't

My First Language Is Gaelic.

Look To Love And You May Dream, And If It Should Leave Then Give It Wings. But If A Love Is Meant To Be, Hope Is Home And The Heart Is Free.

When There's A Shadow, You Follow The Sun. When There Is Love, Then You Look For The One. And For The Promises, There Is The Sky. And For The Heavens Are Those Who Can Fly.

There Is No Formula To It Because Writing Every Song, For Me, Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You And Make You Go, 'what's This?' You Play C, But Why Is It That One Day It Leads To G And It Didn't Yesterday? I Don't Know. It's Everything. It's The Walk You Take In The Morning, It's The Night Before, The Meeting With People, Landscapes, The Chats, All Of That Evolves In Some Way Into Melody, But I'm Not Sure How It's Going To Happen. I'm Dealing With The Unknown All The Time And That Is Exciting.

I Have Had Death Threats From People With Fixations.