My brilliant genius stylist-and sister Elizabeth, and I, spoke today on the phone. I told her how, even though my hair is fried to a crisp, and faded to death, and we are SO doing hair surgery in the morning... people KEEP telling me lately that I look like Tori Amos. So...she goes, "Oh, great. Cause you're going for the suicidal agnostic look."
And I KNEW I had to use that as a lyric in a song. Immediately. (laughing)
I love my friends and I love my life, and I am so glad to be surrounded by such funny, smart and wonderful people.
I feel so...rich.
limitless reaches of space
behind each of your faces
stare me down
a labyrinth of ladders and chutes
going no place
break me out of this case
joint or the head of which
i cannot place
say i'm pretty, yeah, say that i'm pretty
don't let it hit you on your way
oh great, i was going for the
suicidal agnostic look
so why's it always on the day
before the day
everything's about to change (for good)
life's a spinning prism
it is not a prison
so keep it turning in the light
keep it turning in the light.