I used to be lunatic
From the gracious days
I used to be woebegone
And so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed
For you to see
Oh but now ...
(I don't catch myself
Bouncing home whistling
bu*tonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more "I love you's"
Language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Language is leaving me exiled
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting me outside the words
(The lover speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons
In my room at night
Desire, despair, desire
So many monsters
Oh but now ...
(I don't catch myself
Bouncing home whistling
bu*tonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more "I love you's"
Language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Language is leaving me exiled
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting me outside the word
No more "I love you's"
Language is leaving me