The Sheila Divine - The Amendment lyrics

sometimes i cry murder

at the top of my lungs

often when i smile

mischief runs wild

and you're right

it's my fear

well it's my fear

of making sense

frequently i question

the virtue of man

always at high tide

the burden, the sinking of plans

and you're right

it's my fear

well it's my fear

of making sense

and i'm done

i'm just pink

in the middle

at the stake