Oh I miss the good ol days
Lights out playing my tapes
'No Quarter', 'When the Levee Breaks'
No rush, no plans for the weekend

Now everything's a problem
A war inside my head, it is
Words, they don't mean a thing until
They live inside of you

My tapes they're still there
Dusty
I don't have time for them anymore
'Cause I've been working so hard
On wasting it

I have sung myself to sleep
I have sewn myself to sleep
Some pieces remain scattered 'round the floor
And I can't help looking

My bones they're still here
Rusty
It's hard to move when you're hurting
So I bite my lips then I suffocate

My heart is still here
Beating
So out of sync, but I'm listening
There's always some sense
To the rythm

My records, my thoughts
Sounding
Oh now I dance to sad stories
So just let 'em spin
'Till I fall asleep