Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
and I want to crawl in with you
but I cry instead

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream, you got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem.

The quick success was a bit strange to get used to.

[During her sabbatical, she said, she would often sit in her backyard in Venice, Calif., thinking and playing with pine cones.] I was making little pine-cone people with razor blades, ... That's all I did.

And I will pretend
that I don't know of your sins
until you are ready to confess
but all the time
I'll know

I say tell me the truth, but you don«t dare. I tell you how I feel but you don«t care. You say love is a hell you cannot bear. Well I say give me mine back and then go there, for all I care!