You Go To My Head is about one of those dizzy, gut-swirling attractions to someone that´s like a 9 or a 10 on a scale of 10—you´re so snowed by this person that it washes over you, you just bathe in it with your whole being—but at the same time, you know you´re riding for a fall—because he couldn´t possibly—and in fact, doesn´t—feel the same way about you. But who cares? For this moment, you can´t resist it—the feeling is just too all-consumingly delicious.

The lyrics in Triste say that it´s sad—and hard—to live alone, especially when you´re in love with someone you can imagine would fill that vacuum perfectly. But you can´t live on fantasy—and the reality is this solitude, day in and day out, and no one there to share your life with.

Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise is that terrible but irresistible moment when an affair first begins—you know you shouldn´t do it, and you don´t want to hurt your husband, your partner—that´s the last thing you would ever want—but this love, this desire, this high just seeped into you gradually until it completely infiltrates, and now it blazes full force, the die is cast, and events are rushing forward—even though you know they´re all going to come crashing down. And the singer knows all this, because she´s done it all before, but now here she is, living out that whole catastrophic cycle again.

Do Nothing Til You Hear From Me—the woman in this song wants to have her cake and eat it too—and she just might. She wants her man to stay cool when people are talking trash about her, saying she messes around. Anyway, she tells him, a little on the side doesn´t mean anything—he´s the one she really loves. Usually this scenario is the other way around, so it´s fun for a woman to reassure her man that he´s her main squeeze.

Waltz For Debby is about a different kind of anguish in love—watching your little girl—that perfect, pure little munchkin of joy, who fills your squeezing heart with the deepest and most unconditional love—watching her grow, and then watching her grow up and leave you. And she does completely leave you. It´s essential, it´s wonderful, and it´s eternally excruciating—like being skewered on your own loving-kindness. But I guess that´s what all love is.