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 k**ed 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