A lot of songs are derivative of each other.

Do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

I'm trying not to move, it's just your ghost passing through

It's [a miscarriage] all very thief-in-the-night. No one really knows what to say. You go into the emergency room, you think you're going to be a mum and you walk out empty. It's all neat and tidy, there's this potential being in your life and you're empty - all cleaned up and put back together, but completely shattered.

When they say take from my body, I think I'll take from mine instead. Getting off, getting off while they're all down stairs.

Anyone who doesn't belive in Faeries, isn't worth knowing.

I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.