Diagnosis

Diagnosis - The Weakerthans

I have a headache

I have a sore back

I have a letter

I can't send

I have desire

Falters and falls down

Calls you up drunk at three or four am

To wonder when wonderful

All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull

Pulled along

Pulled apart

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart

I have a story

I'd like to tell you

It's littered with settings and second takes

I have a feeling

Hums with the street lights

Hides under ice in always frozen lakes

My mistake to make you cringe

Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge

To oil and push

Pry apart

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart

Found a for being sure

And sure as anything

Smile for my reckoning

Oil and push

Pry apart

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart