youre good for nothing it helps you win your creature comforts wont let you in the cooks not cooking the fish wont swim and my blood is boiling when i touch your skin i fell where you fell i fell im through regretting ive lost the touch to win you over it cost too much its a blind regretting of all you know youre deep demented you take us home i fell where you fell i fell and in the markets the cafe crowd have turned a deaf ear a holy shroud 