These Precious Things, Let Them Bleed.

My Husband Doesn't Know What My Songs Are About - Even When They're About Him. He's Very British In That Way. He Doesn't Ask, And He Doesn't Want To Be Told.

We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A Leaf Of A Lily Pad.

The Rain Is Sharp Today, As You Shock Me Sane.

When We Get In A Routine We Can Become Zombie-like And Shut Down.

I Like Cosy, Intimate Houses.