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.

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

Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do

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.

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.

My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.