[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