Žodžiai dainai: A Fine Frenzy. Bomb in a Birdcage. Swan Song.

Wretched, look at me, I've lost it
Melting on the table, in parking lots and markets
I can't help it, I love you like a starfish
Loves the salty water, like a selfish daughter

Yet I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it

Foolish, how was I so careless?
Pawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress
Now my dollars are crumbled in my pocket
How can I reclaim it? What if someone's got it?

When I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it

How could the world have turned so ugly
I am dying, could you touch me again?
Touch me again

When I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it