Dreams and Fantasies

The evil fell from your pretty mouth, wrapped in your classic voice
Angelic in your syntax, demonic in your motive
Your pretty eyes don’t know that the water flowing from this well isn’t fresh
Demolish all that sets you up against your rising up
Confessing all that’s broken and watch the healing come
Spread out your open hands
Admit you’ve held them shut
Turn all the way around
Be swept away by this.

Time for surrender
Spread out your open hands
And He will raise you up
Confessing all that’s broken
And watch the healing come
Spread out your open hands
Admit you’ve held them shut
Be swept away by this.

© Flyleaf

One of these days
You’ll miss your train
And come stay with me
We’ll have drinks
And talk about things
And an excuse to stay awake with you
You’ll sleep here
I’ll sleep there
And then the heating may be down again – at my convenience
We’ll be good
We’ll be great together

Oh why’d you have to be so cute
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much?
It’s bad enough we get along so well.

© Imogen Heap

Oily marks appear on walls, where pleasure moments hung before the takeover; the sweeping insensitivity of this

still life.

© Imogen Heap

Something’s missing in me – I felt it deep within me – as lovers left me to bleed

alone.

© Flyleaf