The Listening Chair Songtext
von Imogen Heap

Dot

Cat, blue, piano
Are just some of the things I like
So the more that I see of them in my day
The better I sleep at night

Mum, dad, Giles, Lizzie
Juliet, uncle James
Are just some of the people I love
So the more of all them I can get in my day
The better I′ll sleep at night

I can moonwalk, build castles
Play ping pong, talk to animals
Hold my breath for a really long time
And tell the future
Are just six of the things I can do
And the more I can fit of these things in my day
The better I sleep at night
Ahhh
The better I sleep at night


Composer or maybe an astronaut
This is what I'm gonna be when I grow up
I know ′cause I sing out all through the day
I fly through space by night

The teasing, the fighting, the hospitals
I don't wanna go anymore
I put a brave face on
Battle through the day
But I might cry myself to sleep
(Sleep)

I need more (Pinch, pinch, punch, punch)
(Dancing round the car park after lunch)
Gadgets or (Copy cats, gold stars)
(Cola cubes for good marks)
Pocket money (Shy type, show off)
(Your mom's got a Mazda, so what?)

I need more (Swap stickers, best friends
(Knight rider watcha tell the time again)
Gadgets or (The popular, blonde hair)
(All the pretty girls sit over there)
Pocket money (Sisters, in school)
(He′s cool, our brother knows karate)


What do I do to make you hate me so much?
Is it the clothes I wear?
The way I speak?
Wonder bra thrown around the German classroom
You wouldn′t understand
I'll never live it down

Hiding in the bushes
Or tip-toeing down the corridor
Stop it, you′ll make me laugh
Why would I ever need to know this?
Mmh, somehow I'll get through

I never want this to end
This night, this music
With you in my arms
Switch in to the real world
No idea what I′m doing
But here it goes
There she goes

I've found the place
Feels like home
But I caught you kissing her
So suddenly I′m on my own

There's just not enough hours in the day
But things are going great, I can't complain
When I stumble to bed
I sleep like a baby

Finding my feet
Make love, make money, make a difference
Finding my feet
Connect, connect
Finding my feet (Make love, make money)
Make a difference
How′d you do that again?
Connect
Connect together

I find myself gazing out of the window for no reason
When did I stop eating bread?
And cheese?
I love cheese
I want to have children
But I don′t want to have children
You know?

Something niggling
A feeling I can't quite explain (A question)
Online, offline
Like I′m not really here (The quiet)
Awake or sleeping
Somehow I can't tell the difference (A question)
Bright light outside
Dark deep down within

It′s a cover up
It was a cover up operation all along
Honing in
I'm honing in on the heart
Heart of it all
Toughen up
I′ve got to toughen up
'Cause I'm breaking it all apart
What′s at the heart
What′s at the heart of it all?

Who am I now?
Who am I now?