Glas / Glass Haus / House Kennt / Know Leben / Living
God doesn't know things. He is things.
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
I always know my lines.
How do I do it? I don't know how I wouldn't do it - that's the thing.
I know firsthand how agonizing waiting can be.
The dead govern the living.
The stick-thin thing, I'm kind of just like, 'Not gonna do it' and 'I couldn't.'
In all honesty, I don't know what one song can change.
I sing around the house, in the shower.
