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 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.
I don’t think I can breathe now with you gone.
Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do
You’re the drug that works.
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 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.
I think we make our own hell down hereduring our life times-the penalty for not being true;the punishment for fear;we suffer the consequences
Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.
I’ve got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
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.
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