Из альбома: What's Your Whiskey, Baby?
I wasn't surprised when you burst 
Through the door crying 
For days your eyes were swelling 
You've got so many things on your mind 
I want to help 
But I know that I am part of the problem 
A need like yours is not so hard to understand 
For most mankind 
You need to keep your armour shined 
With other people's praising spit 
But sometimes that spit has acid in it 
And I know that that's part of the problem 
As you give and give and give 
And don't get back 
You give in 
And I know that that's part of the problem 
There are so many parts to the problem 
Can I stroke your temple 
Will you lay it in my lap 
Can I kiss your tears away 
Can I rub the knots from your back 
Cause I know that that's part of the problem 
And although I am part of the problem 
There is one more thing I want to say 
In the hopes of making you feel better 
Will you write to the raindrops 
Will you play with the animals 
Cause they don't have an opinion 
But they have so much to say 
Will you write to the raindrops 
Will you play with the animals 
Cause they don't have an opinion 
But they have so much to say 
They'll give and give and give 
Until you can give to yourself