In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.
There's something about the rhythm of walking, how, after about an hour and a half, the mind and body can't help getting in sync.
Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
And touring is difficult when everybody's heads aren't in the same place.
After a long time with someone, you realise you've been thinking for two.
There are times when your mind isn't ready to go but your body is, and times when your body is ready to go but your mind isn't. You try to get the two in sync as much as possible.
When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.
Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind." "Then possibly my answer has crossed yours.
