My sweet little religion, my sweet little religion, you mean everything to me.
-Imogen Heap, Sweet Religion

Oh, God, are You there? Are You there, are You there? No, no, yeah. God, are You there? Are You there? Yeah, well, are You out there, are You there? Are You there, are You there? If so, where are You hiding? I’m having trouble in finding You.
-Imogen Heap, Oh Me, Oh My

Shine, I will not cry and I will not die, no, oh. Shine, I will be there for me. Shine, I’ll be just fine if I stay all mine. I’ll shine, shine, yeah.
-Imogen Heap, Shine

You’re all that you are and you’re all that you said. You’re so exquisitely bred. Oh babe, what more can I say?
-Imogen Heap, Whatever

I, I hate you for letting me fall for you just like a fool.
-Imogen Heap, Whatever

Over there stands my angry angel, and he’s shaking his head in disgrace with me. Over there stands my angry angel, and he’s frowning like hell. I’m not feeling guilty.
-Imogen Heap, Angry Angel

A slave upon your plate- I am your dreams, yeah, your life and your bait. Selfish schemes, I proceed, you await. You my indefinite hate!
-Imogen Heap, Rake It In

Oh, right now, I’m craving and I’m howling, I’m begging and I’m pleading be mine tonight, oh, yeah. Oh, and I’m waiting and I’m dying, I’m wanting and I’m needing to show you this night, oh, yeah, where I’ll be touching and holding, caressing and giving you every fantasy, yeah. I’ve got you dreaming and lusting, I’m burning and praying for more of this ecstasy.
–Imogen Heap, Come Here Boy

I am a mirror with no reflection. I am a razor without my blade. I am the daylight when the moon shines. No. Who will want to make my sand castle that’s already made? I feel so useless, do you?
-Imogen Heap, Useless

My dying prayer, sealed in a scream; unwelcome and a conscious dream. I am your whore without a name.
-Imogen Heap, Useless

You’ll be living my hate. Oh, God, help his fate. I’ll watch you, watch you suffocate.
-Imogen Heap, Useless

Some flutterbies- they enter and they play around in my soul. And once again part of me fills up to be whole.
-Imogen Heap (with Guy Sigsworth), Airplane

You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock. I don’t believe any of it. You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock. You know you’re better than this.
-Imogen Heap, Headlock

Why do you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. Well, must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well. Say goodnight and go.
-Imogen Heap, Goodnight And Go

We’re kissing without kissing, got it down to a fine art. Love’s supposed to keep you young and frisky, but we grew up and wide apart.
-Imogen Heap, Loose Ends

Oh, hey, baby, don’t you run away. Come here and finish what you started.
-Imogen Heap, I Am In Love With You

Everybody says time heals everything. But what of the wretched hollow, the endless in between? Are we just going to wait it out?
-Imogen Heap, Wait It Out

You and me between the sheets. It just doesn’t get better than this. The many windswept yellow stickies of my mind
are the molten emotional front line. I couldn’t care less. I’m transfixed in this absolute bliss!
-Imogen Heap, Between Sheets

Things are not always how they seem. They don’t turn out always, don’t quite turn out always how we think. Will we be ready?
-Imogen Heap, 2-1

Well, there may well be others but I still like to pretend that I’m the one you really want to grow old with.
-Imogen Heap, Half Life

I’ve got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet. You’re so much to everyone all the time. Will it ever slow down? Will I ever come first? The universe contracts to sigh.
-Imogen Heap, Half Life

You know you’ll never be lonely, no, you’ll always be loved. And maybe you’ll never need more than that. But for the surplus that loves, what’s to become of us? Does it even register on your conscience?
–Imogen Heap, Half Life

Don’t mistake my charity for what it is. Deem me into believing necessary. Don’t mistake my open arms for what it is. They can turn on you. So show me the money, show me the money.
-Imogen Heap, You Know Where To Find Me

Be still with me if you want to be alone, if you’d rather die then tell. You’ll know where I’ll be, where to find me
for high talk, to cut it off or bring it on- a proposal. If you’re broken, I’ll be here…
-Imogen Heap, You Know Where To Find Me