| Song | Neglected Space |
| Artist | Imogen Heap |
| Album | Sparks |
| Hello | |
| I watch you come and go | |
| I know you can hear my voice | |
| Don't walk away | |
| Come daydream with me | |
| In closed loops and future-proof cardboard to caviar. | |
| Let’s show them how good we are. | |
| If you look after me, I’ll look after you. | |
| Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers | |
| Seeking privacy for their forbidden… | |
| I am their defenseless host. | |
| Through my open wounds they let themselves in. | |
| Sheltered (sheltered), they mock me (they mock me). | |
| If you stand up for me, I’ll stand up for you. | |
| I’m weather-beaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic | |
| The air in here ages me, ungracefully! | |
| But if you take care of me, I’ll take care of you. | |
| Oh, my crumbling heart! | |
| If you’ll be good to me, | |
| I’ll be good to you. | |
| I’m amidst: | |
| I could be the best decision you ever made, a beacon, your peaceful corner. | |
| Find me, cherish me, take me on or pull me down. You choose. | |
| Wait! | |
| Oh, safe in the ache of soul-decay! | |
| Cause I will remember you - will you remember me? | |
| Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy, | |
| Crooked frames and cracked glazing | |
| Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light. | |
| Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves, | |
| Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days... | |
| By peeling paint, I’m a sunken ceiling, | |
| I’m cracking up, and can seem threatening. | |
| I’m falling apart. | |
| I’m scary at night. | |
| Take dark, forbidden: keep out, keep out! No, no, no go forth. | |
| A has-been, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore, bleeding, oxidising, | |
| A few remaining, unloved, emotionally damaged, a waste of space, | |
| A nuisance, I haven’t had time to become, unwanted! | |
| What’s gone? I’m losing it | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| It was a perfectly good grand piano. | |
| Stop in the name of love! I’ve got just what you’re looking for! | |
| I’ve got tree-lined interiors, where we can dine with the biosphere. | |
| If you’ll take care of me, I’ll take care of you. | |
| If you be good to me, then I’ll be good to you. | |
| Oh… I’m a story in mourning, and you’re the author | |
| So pour out your masterpiece. | |
| Entropy increasing, how long before I’m dust? | |
| Can we discuss? |
| Hello | |
| I watch you come and go | |
| I know you can hear my voice | |
| Don' t walk away | |
| Come daydream with me | |
| In closed loops and futureproof cardboard to caviar. | |
| Let' s show them how good we are. | |
| If you look after me, I' ll look after you. | |
| Sonar, night vision or desperate lovers | |
| Seeking privacy for their forbidden | |
| I am their defenseless host. | |
| Through my open wounds they let themselves in. | |
| Sheltered sheltered, they mock me they mock me. | |
| If you stand up for me, I' ll stand up for you. | |
| I' m weatherbeaten in a losing battle punctured by nature, becoming organic | |
| The air in here ages me, ungracefully! | |
| But if you take care of me, I' ll take care of you. | |
| Oh, my crumbling heart! | |
| If you' ll be good to me, | |
| I' ll be good to you. | |
| I' m amidst: | |
| I could be the best decision you ever made, a beacon, your peaceful corner. | |
| Find me, cherish me, take me on or pull me down. You choose. | |
| Wait! | |
| Oh, safe in the ache of souldecay! | |
| Cause I will remember you will you remember me? | |
| Bespoke to broken, this interwoven tapestry of tragedy, | |
| Crooked frames and cracked glazing | |
| Slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light. | |
| Where doorways with no door stage a ballet of leaves, | |
| Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days... | |
| By peeling paint, I' m a sunken ceiling, | |
| I' m cracking up, and can seem threatening. | |
| I' m falling apart. | |
| I' m scary at night. | |
| Take dark, forbidden: keep out, keep out! No, no, no go forth. | |
| A hasbeen, a once was, the leftovers, an eyesore, bleeding, oxidising, | |
| A few remaining, unloved, emotionally damaged, a waste of space, | |
| A nuisance, I haven' t had time to become, unwanted! | |
| What' s gone? I' m losing it | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| This is not what I stand for | |
| It was a perfectly good grand piano. | |
| Stop in the name of love! I' ve got just what you' re looking for! | |
| I' ve got treelined interiors, where we can dine with the biosphere. | |
| If you' ll take care of me, I' ll take care of you. | |
| If you be good to me, then I' ll be good to you. | |
| Oh I' m a story in mourning, and you' re the author | |
| So pour out your masterpiece. | |
| Entropy increasing, how long before I' m dust? | |
| Can we discuss? |