歌词
If I blow my head off talking to you
I know a tape recorder's got nothing to do
With a lack of interest in living life
When a hundred-pound depression straps down tight
Does anybody hear me?
Does anybody care?
Is anybody listening?
Is anybody up there?
(Cover up) Covered my eyes up Sunday morning
(Cover up) From the momentary lack of stable ground
(Cover up) Looked for you, and the room was spinning
(Cover up) You left me hanging with nothing but me around
If I pull my heart out thinking of you
And then the holes in the skin come bleeding through
What's the point in keeping on
When a whole and a half of the other half's gone?
Does anybody hear me?
Does anybody care?
Is anybody listening?
Is anybody up there?
(Cover up) Covered my eyes up Sunday morning
(Cover up) From the momentary lack of stable ground
(Cover up) Looked for you, and the room was spinning
(Cover up) You left me hanging with nothing but me around
Written by: Denny Bartlett, Ean Norman Hernandez, Josh Rubin
