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Neglected Space

This song is by Imogen Heap and appears on the album Sparks (2014).

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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 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!
But if you 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


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 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!
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 with no human touch.
I'm walked past, a waste of space, I'm a nuisance, a hazard, abandoned, unwanted
Lights off, I'm losing grip, 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 take care of me, I'll take care of you
If you be good to me 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?


Written by:

Imogen Heap

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