“If I stay here, Would I get myself back?”

You color my world even when I’m feeling blue.

I still got your number saved in my phone And I only ever think of it when I’m alone.

When I wake up, I begin my search for you.

Rain on a river, falling into the midst Rising like a flooded street.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

You were my sunshine on all my rainy days.

There was a time when I worshipped the ground you walk on.

Did you ever love me? The way that I love you.

I am waiting for the day, To find someone come and rescues me.

A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

Dark, is my home; Spark, what I crave for.

Everything ceases to fade Leaving my soul all the pain.

I’m wasting my time, Wishing you could be mine.

Too blessed to be worried , Don’t need the feeling of regret.

Expectations are the reason that you’re broken and that’s true.

I gaze into the moon I’ll find my place in the darkness soon.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it’s two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it’s a good thing.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

I’m portable. I carry a laptop and a little recording studio on my back.

I love you girl…to the moon and back.

There is competition. It’s almost like I’m back in tennis competing in a way. There are usually about twenty composers vying for the number one spot for a big or medium film.

I am still very surprised that I managed to make that film [Close Up]. When I actually look back on that film, I really feel that I was not the director but instead just a member of the audience.