Take a walk, with me, with me.
Let me roll up my sleeve.
Undo the buttons, of my navy fleece,
And show you, there’s no heart to beat.

Cause you took it, took it, took it.
Right from my chest.
And shook it, shook it, shook it.
Laid it to rest.

Love is nothing, but a diagnosis.
For people prone to death.
Looks like I’ve caught it, caught it caught it.
But the diagnosis, just will not fit.

CHORUS
Dum, sha la la la la la la la X4


Pick apart the broken heart.
It’s what you do, unconditionally.
Then you tape it, tape it, tape it.
Realize we were meant to be.

It aint working, working, working.
Looks like it’s stalled.
Looks like you’re too late.
Your project built to fall.

CHORUS
Dum, sha la la la la la la la X4


Dum sha la la la la la X2

bpearson

January 20, 2011 at 6:04 PM PST

so when am I going to hear recordings of these my friend?