Imogen Heap

Baby, behave, we'll make it work [x8]
Are you with me? [x3]
You're not golden
And I'm getting tired
Act like you own the place
When really you've only just arrived
I caught first glimmers
In hides and skins
Look who's all grown up
Black swanning about the solar winds
You're gonna lose it all
And find yourself on your knees
So, get a grip and you might
Flow, reverse the great, slow bleed
I've tried patience, but
You always want a war
This house won't tolerate any more
Stop this right away
Put that down and clean this mess up
End of conversation
Put your back in it and
Make it up to me now
The cold shoulder
Folded arms and looking up
You've never listened
And carry on careless, regardless
This is not a fire drill and
If we hold any hope
It's harmonic connection
And stereos in biosis
These legoland empires
Choking out mine now
You're everywhere, everywhere
Multiplying around me, child