And Is It Right, Butterfly, They Like

When You Stop Putting Yourself On The Line, And You Don't Touch Your Own Heart, How Do You Expect To Touch Other People?

She's Been Everybody Else's Girl, Maybe One Day She'll Be Her Own.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

Some People Hide More Than Others, And It Does Intrigue Me.

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.