The symptom seems run down
It gives me hope the same
Except it brings me guts and the symptoms all run down
And when it stops I'm around
It gives me hope the same
Except it brings me guts and the symptoms all run down
Would you mind, it's over
And, could you call the others
Keeping it steadily now in the mind won't sway
The startling absence of motive it won't cause sway
Say, look what is mine, look what is mine to own
Royal space halves and has it not, oh no
Try, try, try
Who's gonna start the wave?