Cover me in torn-up pages
Underneath the daily rages
Deconstruct your pressure changes
Honestly, it makes no difference
Hold me under floodlights
Make me come alive in black and white
About the kid, or about the mother
Honestly, it makes no difference
Fill a bowl with wine
And leave it on the side to feed the sparrows
One more time, you live and breathe it
Honestly, it makes no difference
Cover me in torn-up pages
Underneath the daily rages
Deconstruct your pressure changes
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
Honestly, it makes no difference
There must be something else
There must be something else
There must be something
That you can put your mind to
Stash the page beneath the firmament
Stash the page beneath the firmament
Stash the page beneath the firmament
Stash the page beneath the firmament