I wish I knew which button to push Then I'd know how to please you It's sad but true So I'll just listen in down the line While you're busy mixing grape with grain To sedate your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell How many times can you describe your living hell?
The sweeping gesture creates a fuss It's only useful when receiving praise Relieving no-ones pain If you'd let somebody love you just enough You'd have everything you'd need to break Free from all your pain
Songbird, you got tales to tell How many times can you describe your living hell?