Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Imogen Heap, This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himselfIt's
By Imogen Heap, Lonely [x8]
I am alone, surrounded by
The color blue
Inside a poem,
By Imogen Heap, It?s dark in here, visions are flashing into my head
As
By Imogen Heap, Turn your ugly face, are you so surprised to see
By Imogen Heap, Quiet now in sleepy dreams
To me it seems the only
By Imogen Heap, I am here again
Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper,
By Imogen Heap, Rain drain my play away
Sun gun me down and burn
By Imogen Heap, How can it feel so nice?Why does it feel so
By Imogen Heap, When my body wants to gotell me will my mind
By Imogen Heap, I am a mirror with no reflection
I am a razor
By Imogen Heap, You, you come to meSo perfectly yeahSo perfectly madeAnd yeah