Imogen Heap
Imogen Heap - Neglected Space lyrics
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Hello I watch you come and go 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 their forbidden… I am their defenseless 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 amidst: 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, safe 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 glimped in borrowed light Where doorways with no door stage, a ballet of leaves Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days By peeling paint (peeling paint) I'm a sunken ceiling (sunken ceiling) I'm cracking up (cracking up) And can seem threatening I'm falling apart I'm scary at night. 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) bleeding (rusty nails) Oxidising, a few remaining, unloved No human touch (unwanted) A waste of space, a nuisance, a hazard Unnwanted, 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?