| Skinny legs on a skinny bed |
| And I don’t think I should think this in my head |
| But I can count, and I can count on you to ask for help |
| «Oh god, what should I do?» |
| And I don’t think I’ll be that scared? |
| It sort of sounds like sweet relief to me |
| God I don’t think I should keep you in my head |
| You’re only wasted energy |
| «God I felt it when you left me |
| God I felt it when you left» |
| But will you feel it when I leave you? |
| Sometimes I can get it right |
| And sometimes I can get it wrong |
| Sometimes I can tell you anything I want |
| And sometimes just the thought of you is all I’ve got |
| You said the wind was warm, and I lied to you for the first time |
| My brother’s baby’s born, and I can see it all in her eyes |
| You told me through your hands, three times |
| 1994, and we are nothing but our Mother’s sons |
| They tell me I was born at 9am, a silent lucky one |
| You told me through your hands, three times |
| ? bloody mouth |
| I can take all of your clothes off |
| I know how it feels, I know how it feels, I know how it feels |