I Very Rarely Listen To The In-flight

Take A Look At Me Now, Cause There's Just An Empty Space. And You Coming Back To Me Is Against All Odds And That's What I've Got To Face.

I've Spent The Last Year And A Half Going Through A Very Public Separation, Hiding In Hotel Lobbies.

I Can't Remember Much About The Early Flights, Except That It Was Ages Before We Got Into First Class.

I'll Have The Music, And Then I'll Just Turn The Microphone On, Press Play And Record And Sing. And Whatever Comes Out Ends Up Being The Melody.

God Is A Spa-bath Of Water And We Are All Individual Bubbles