Lyrics

Lost on the stage I was looking her way to see She was naming the dead and talking in poetry And every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest And every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest And I hate that river I know I have rivals dear But if books are my home then you killed my family And every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest Every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest My heart is a wasp's nest (My heart is a wasp's nest) My imagination was the first apple tree My heart is a wasp's nest (My heart is a wasp's nest) My imagination was the first apple tree My heart is a wasp's nest My imagination was the first apple tree My heart is a wasp's nest (My heart is a wasp's nest) My imagination was the first apple tree And every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest And every line is a bookshelf And I won't feel sorry for myself Your heart is desperately damaged And my heart is a wasp's nest