It used to come so easy
Now I sleep 'till the morning's gone and the birds sing
In the evening
I wonder what I live for
The folks I love, they fade like chalk in the downpour
On the groundfloor
But in my mind when I'm home
I just feel so alone
Please just pick up your phone
Baby I'm skin and I'm bone
I used to sing at the corner
By the store that sold stone partridges for a quarter
Made of mortar
Head's like a Van Gogh cypress
Jesus, Mary, make it stop I am lifeless
In your likeness
But in my mind when I'm home
I just feel so alone
Please just pick up your phone
Baby I'm skin and I'm bone
