Letra:
I have a headache I have a sore back I have a letter I can't send I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at three or four am to wonder whenwonderful All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull Pulled along or pulled apart The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart I have a story that I'd like to tell you, it's littered with settings and second takes I have a feeling that hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always frozen lakes My mistake to make you cringe Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil and push or pry apart The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart Found a cure for being sure, and, sure as anything, I'll smile for my reckoning
