For we were never close if the truth were told. All we ever shared was a taste in clothes. O we were never close…

Maybe one of the most simple and tragic lyrics from a love song. Never had anything but love for this guy’s songwriting. He was always spot-on and unapologetically honest about the nature of romance and relationships, stripping away the fantasy and going deep… the way perhaps Dostoevsky might were he a pop songwriter.

I believe in love. I’ll believe in anything. That’s gonna get me what I want. Get me off my knees.

It doesn’t get more bare-naked honest than that.