Fiona Apple

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.

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.

[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.

And I will pretend
that I don't know of your sins
until you are ready to confess
but all the time
I'll know

And I will pretend
that I don't know of your sins
until you are ready to confess
but all the time
I'll know

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