Missing that wounded girl
Puttin' on her canine teeth
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the peeling hours
Harder edges today
Harder edges today
Burgeoning sky all day grey
Like living in a tupperware box
Locks of hair under glass
Stuck full of flies of the past
And I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the peeling hours
She was capable and kind but not inclined
She was capable and kind but not inclined
Oh don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't ask around about me
Shadows are deep and the angles are keen
Lift me out of this pinball machine
Your voice is a tall grass whisper
And I picture a kiss in spectacular station
Your voice has an easy melody
And I'm gently awake from the terrible dreams
Your voice has a mockingbird wisdom
And I flip at indignence and then again ten again
Your voice is an opium smoke plume
The room melts away in a velvet and relevance
Your voice offers no choice but abandon
And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again
So don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Don't run the numbers
Missing that wounded girl
Puttin' on her canine teeth
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the peeling hours
Harder edges today
Harder edges today
Burgeoning sky all day grey
Like living in a tupperware box
Sun come burn the clouds
Peace come get me now
I'm sick of ticking boredom
Counting down the peeling hours
Capable and kind but not inclined
Capable and kind but not inclined