Diagnosis

Lyrics

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 when, wonderful 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 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 Oil and push, pry apart The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart