I kick the sheets
Until they rise like
Mountain ranges at my feetI'm in the dark
God only knows the torment
Writ large upon my heartWhat wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?It comes to this
I'm only sure of things
I know now don't existThere's no precision
I'm inside outside in
I want subdivisionAnd all of this
Fills my aching head, I hate this space
The luxury hotel bedOh dear, oh me, oh my
Got to concentrate
Just to keep from tryingOh dear, oh me, oh my
Got to concentrate
Just to keep from tryingDon't lose it
Things move rapidly
Don't lose it
Try to maintain composureDon't lose it
The dead are haunting me
Out with it
Out with it, let's get it overWhat wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?I'm thoroughly wasted
My mind's hallucinating
LucidityIt's over sensitized
And something's
Moving on the peripheryWhat wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
What wouldn't I?
What wouldn't I give?
Songwriters
Bernd Friedman;David SylvianPublished by
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