Tonight I'll dust myself off, tonight I'll suck my gut in, I'll face the night and I'll pretend I got something to believe in.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm a big believer in 'pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start again.'
Tonight I'm going to listen with my ears.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.
You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.
Who breathe where you will, come into me and snatch me up to yourself.
I'm supposed to convince you, for two hours, that I'm somebody else. Now if you know everything about my life, if you think you've got me figured out and you think you know all my dark secrets, how am I ever going to convince you that I'm somebody else?
I've got to pick myself up Dust myself off And start all over again.
I may not believe in myself, but I believe in what I'm doing.
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Tomorrow doesn't exist, yesterday is gone. The more I remind myself of that, the stronger I feel.