Go to sleep while I gather all my things And I will call you in a couple of days I can hear the June bugs approaching A goddamn army of them in my brain
"Sing," Theresa says. "Sing happy things," "Sing," Theresa says if I do everything One day a man will spring worth loving
All of my friends fall from the sky now Many more than I ever thought I had Everyone is sharpening up their angles When all I really want is
"Sing," Theresa says, "Sing happy things," "Sing," Theresa says if I do everything One day a man will spring worth loving
"Sing," Theresa says, "Sing happy things," "Sing," Theresa says if I do everything One day a man will spring worth loving