Lyrics

Well, that’s a wrap, was it half bad? Get me off to bed
I think I’m dying slightly after a day like that

It always starts out dark, sun started to bark, my head stabs like a fork
Nothing much forgiving about the way that we are

And though I’ve got a heart hanging around by the door
I’ve got grace hanging in the mirror
And I’ve got you
I’ve got you
I’ve got you – a little souvenir
A token of the wreckage

We don’t argue; we’re tired of that too. Spoons clink in our soup
World-weary so young; it probably means that we’re doomed

You say nothing to me; in return, I forget how to speak
An admission of defeat
We’re fair game for all who want a piece of our dreams

And I’ve got a heart hanging around by the door
But I’ve got grace hanging in the mirror
And I’ve got you
I’ve got you
I’ve got you – a little souvenir
A token of the wreckage

I might be inclined to say you’re quite the quandary
And I keep thinking, maybe that’s my problem: Just stop thinking
Jump on it, step on it, tread on in, stomp on it
Foolish to believe that I can’t be foolish
My head spins, it won’t stop, I wish it would just shut up, please stop,
Please stop…

Like I said, I’ve got a heart hanging around by the door
I’ve got grace hanging in the mirror
And I’ve got you
I’ve got you
I’ve got you – a little souvenir
A token of the wreckage