Broken people get recycled
And I hope that I will...
Sometimes we're thrown off our
pathways
What I thought was my way home
Wasn't the place I...
No I'm not afraid of changing
I'm 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
Katie Melua - The flood