[Verse 1]
In search of warmth, this beating heart
Dickens and Dostoevsky
Dishes pile in the sink while I sink into this atrophy
But you have got to get up
Find some shoes, come on, sit up
[Verse 2]
Even now, you're still around
Even post-May, June, July
August was all lost, let's try and remember September
'Cause we are both awake now
Stumbling through the aches now, oh