Tell the bed not to lay. Like the mouth of a grave. Not to stare up at me. Like a calf on its knees. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
I am more prolific when I have something to respond to. I get my juice from people and real stories and things that seem… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
I can see you through any darkness. Your light it leads me on. I'm coming back to your orchard. Coming back to my home. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
At 16, I was going to church and playing music for church, and Dad would only pay for piano lessons so I could play… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
Coming back to your calling. I can hear your voice say. Coming home for tomorrow from my dreams of yesterday. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
Tell me how to. Tell me how not to. Grab on to something new I looked my fate past through. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
Where I come from, music is not a business. Sharing music is a business, but music is not a business. It comes from the… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
We had no television, and I only heard the radio when my parents went out to a Bible study group. They liked a quiet,… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
In your eyes I read such strange things but your lips deny they're true. Will your answer really change things? Making me blue. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
I have no ancestral link to the mountains. But I really do feel close to mountain culture. Their ways of food, of thinking. The… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
The church is an institution of music and of production and performance, and it has to do with taking people to places inside of… — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
Tell the bed not to lay. Like the mouth of a grave. Not to stare up at me. Like a calf on its knees. — Lizz Wright Copy Share Image
