I can't sing with an angry song Makes me sick; i can't think straight I fall apart when i think of the world Think of the world i'm in Once in a paper doll world I felt the pain of a summer Porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt Such were the pains of my wanders Poor little girl with a sunburn Poor little girl with a sunburn Once was a shadow shrewn here Branches were cracking like fingers My little light got caught in our fears Those were the fears in my dream, dear As for my trembling, white fingers As for these trembling, white fingers I can't sing with an angry song Makes me sick; i can't think straight I fall apart when i think of the world Think of the world i'm in k** her right now You'll regret it if you wait It's over when it's lost Sell me the secrets of love In a pint of blood I can't see with an angry soul [i can't sing with an angry song.] I can't sing when you're angry I can't see when you're angry I can't see when you're angry I can't... He k**ed now It could still remate so wonderful We could be Rapsey in talking form from now on Don't hold on Just give me something to swallow It's best to dance while it burns If it must hurt If it must burn I could be anything wonderful