Broken people get recycled
And I hope that I will.
Sometimes we're thrown off our pathways
What I thought was my way home
Wasn't the place I know
I'm certain nothing's certain
What we own becomes our prison
My possessions will be gone
Back to where they came from
Blame, no one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again
See the rock that you hold onto
Is it gonna save you
When the earth begins to crumble?
Why’d you feel you have to hold on?
Imagine if you let go
- The Flood, Katie Melua