I have a headache. I have a sore back. I have a letter I can't
send. I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up
drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when...wonderful. All
the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull. Pulled along or
pulled apart. The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart. I have
a story that I'd like to tell you, it's littered with settings and
second takes. I have a feeling that hums with the street lights
and hides under ice in always frozen lakes. My mistake to
make you cringe. Another greeting like a broken creaky
hinge to oil and push or pry apart. The diagnosis of a foreign
frame of heart. Found a cure for being sure, and, sure as
anything, I'll smile for my reckoning.