You're the drug that works.

I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.

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 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.

In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.

Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.