Lyrics

Well, I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't sound right But I left myself on her answering machine Said, "I'm back in town tonight" I feel I've stepped out of the wilderness All squint eyed and confused But even babies raised by wolves They know exactly when they've been used See, when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh, when they start They really fall apart Ooh, fingers and toes, fingers and toes 40 things we share Well, 41 if you include The fact that we don't care Now you've blocked off most of Main Street For your faith parade Well, everyone in town now, they probably all agree I'm lying in the bed I made See, when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh, when they start They really fall apart Well, fall apart Well, you won't even let me talk to you We got some air to clear Well, we'd probably only agree on one thing anyway That's what the hell is happening here? Oh, fingers and toes, fingers and toes 40 things we share Ah, 41 if you include The fact that we don't care See, when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh, when they start They really fall apart Well, fall apart
Writer(s): Johnny Fay, Gordon Sinclair, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker, Gordon Downie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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