Imogen Heap - Neglected Space lyrics
Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap
[Imogen Heap - Neglected Space lyrics]
I know you can hear my voice don't walk away
Come daydream with me
In closed loops and future-proof
Cardboard to caviar
Let’s show them how good we are
If you look after me, I’ll look after you
Sonar, night vision
Or desperate lovers seeking privacy
For they're forbidden
I am their defenceless host
Through my open wounds they let themselves in
Sheltered sheltered
They mock me they mock me
If you stand up for me, I’ll stand up for you
I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle
Punctured by nature becoming organic
The air in here ages me ungracefully
But, if you take care of me
I’ll take care of you
Oh, my crumbling heart!
If you’ll be good to me, I’ll be good to you
I’m a nest
I could be the best decision you ever made
A beacon, your peaceful corner
Find me, cherish me
Take me on or pull me down you choose
Wait! Oh, save me the ache of slow-decay!
Cause, I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Bespoke to broken
This interwoven tapestry of tragedy
Crooked frames and cracked glazing
Slithers of wistful window gazes
Glint in borrowed light
Where doorways with no door stage
A ballet of leaves
Who pirouette in the footsteps
Of once glorious days
But, I'm peeling paint, I’m a sunken ceiling
I’m cracking up, and can seem threatening
I’m falling apart i’m scary at night
I'm taped up, forbidden keep out keep-out!
No, no, no-go-zone
A has-been, a once was, the leftovers
An eyesore
Broken beer bottles, I'm bleeding
Rusty nails oxidising, a few remaining tiles
Unloved, no human touch, I'm walked past
I'm a waste of space
I'm a nuisance, a hazard, abandoned, unwanted
Unwanted! Lights off!
I’m losing grip this is not what I stand for
This is not what I stand for
This is not what I stand for!
It was a perfectly good grand piano
Stop in the name of love!
I’ve got just what you’re looking for!
I’ve got tree-lined interiors
Where we can dine with the biosphere
If you’ll take care of me
I’ll take care of you if you be good to me
Then I’ll be good to you
I’m a story in mourning
And you’re the author
So pour out your masterpiece
Entropy increasing, how long before I’m dust?
Can we discuss?