P.S. Eliot - Diana lyrics

I work on my feet all day I've got all of your records okay This love drunk summer season makes me feel sane You're spread out all over Manhattan Worn, weathered and written in Latin Your head hangs under awnings It always rains I've got, I've got I've got, I've got I've got, wear your defaults like a stain Strange urbane mythology Melancholy crept over me And I can't help you, I can't help myself Play house play domestic strife Eight hour second floor life And I can't help everyone, I can't help myself I've got, I've got I've got, I've got I've got, your close-mouthed struck remains And if you wanna take me Cut off all this mess Yeah, if you wanna take me I would surely go We work on our feet all day We've got every record ever written okay Your midnight prolific monologues make me feel sane We're separated by ego and denial But I'll stay here and with you for a while While you overcome me under awnings It always rains It always rains And if you wanna take me Cut off all this mess Yeah, if you wanna take me I would surely go