Born With A Sound - The New Pornographers
There's death in the bread line
There's death on the vine
I wanted you quite often
In that I wanted you all of the time
I've been up all night
I've been up all day
I was into the illusion
I was into the never ending scene
And the sound of confusion
In the willow's eye
I've been up all night
I've been up all day
Singing the mistress tanqueray
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words
To get it out
Now I'm alone
Is the way
Get it out
I had a sound in my head
But I couldn't find the words
To get it out
Now I'm alone
Is the way
Get it out
Get it out
I see death in the bread line
I see death on the vine
I want you quite often
I want you all of the time
I heard a sound
In my head
And I couldn't get it out
Get it out
I've been up all night
I've been up all day
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound
I was born with a sound