Fiona Apple

Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
and I want to crawl in with you
but I cry instead

Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
and I want to crawl in with you
but I cry instead

The way I feel about music is that there is no right and wrong. Only true and false.

The way I feel about music is that there is no right and wrong. Only true and false.

[During her sabbatical, she said, she would often sit in her backyard in Venice, Calif., thinking and playing with pine read more

[During her sabbatical, she said, she would often sit in her backyard in Venice, Calif., thinking and playing with pine cones.] I was making little pine-cone people with razor blades, ... That's all I did.

But he washed me ashoreand he took my pearland left an empty shell of me.

But he washed me ashoreand he took my pearland left an empty shell of me.

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream, you got your head in read more

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream, you got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem.