Most of the lyrics are over a year old, and it doesn't feel like it's about me. Time created a distance.

The blackness of darkness, forever.

I've had a wordless phase, and that's still not entirely over: what I sing is not always literally meant that way, and you can hear that in the way it is sung.

I've just put my heart and soul in a song and need at least a week to recover.

Most of the lyrics are over a year old, and it doesn't feel like it's about me. Time created a distance.

You feel the music needs something but you don't know what. So you start searching, fitting, measuring, trying. Every time you try another angle. And sometimes that's frustrating, especially if you don't come up with something for three days.

I think that after a year of Portishead I've become a little more sober.