DESCRIPTION:
bed (1991)

a voice from the past came wandering in
I sent it on its way
I don't need to listen to those voices anymore
they've nothing left to say
I think I've heard it all anyway
it seems like
nothing is sacred when we're stuck out on this limb
we're just waving at the passers-by
who superglued their lips so they would
never ever have to ask why
no they will never ever have to ask why

hush now, don't make a sound
if it's not okay for me to act this way
then I'd rather not be around and ask him
hush now, don't talk so loud
you change your mind every second line
why can't you talk without making a sound
well sometimes I feel empty, like my
guts have been ripped out
I'm wearing someone's painting
it's a fraud and I feel tainted

a voice from the past was laughing at me
I turned and walked away
he climbed on my back and whispered in my ear
I wash my hands of you
I've had it up to here with you
yet here I am, I'm young and strong
and I really just don't care
but when I'm in this stupor
I don't need your psycho cupid
bursting bubbles with every arrow he can find
he bursts my bubbles with every arrow he can find
he bursts my bubbles with every arrow he can find