Katie Melua

Broken people get recycled
And I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
What I thought was my way home
Wasn't the place I know
No, I'm not afraid of changing,
Certain, nothing's certain
What we own becomes our prison
My possessions will be gone
Back to where they came from
Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again
See the rock that you hold onto
Is it gonna save you
When the earth begins to crumble?
Why'd you feel you have to hold on?
Imagine if you let go
Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again