Every Single Night

(альбом: The Idler Wheel... - 2012)

Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain

These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

That's where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in
No, every single night's alight with my brain

What'd I say to her
Why'd I say it to her
What does she think of me
That I'm not what I ought to be

That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught

If what I am is what I am
'Cause I does what I does
Then, brother, get back
'Cause my breast's gonna bust open

The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain

I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything
I just wanna feel everything

So I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while
And if we had a double king-sized bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget

That what I am is what I am
'Cause I does what I does
And maybe I'd relax
Let my breast just bust open

My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every single night's alright
Every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain

I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything