I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
And when somebody knows you well, well there's no comfort like that. And when somebody needs you, well there's no drug like that.
I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.
In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.
My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
I think the thing with fame is that everybody claims they all want your best. They all know what's good for you and you end up ragged, empty and tired. I did. I felt so empty. Everybody tried to grab a piece of me and everybody tried to push me into a corner.
It's not that I'm broken, and it isn't that I bleed. But when you pulled the stars from the heavens, it got so hard to see.
The boarders have changed. My vocals explore different elements and you know it was really important for me to transfer the atmosphere of the songs with my voice.
Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.
I think we make our own hell down here
during our life times-
the penalty for not being true;
the punishment for fear;
we suffer the consequences
You're the drug that works.
I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.
Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do