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