text: I have a headache, I have a sore back
  I have a letter I cant send
  I have desire, it falters and falls down
  It 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 or pulled apart
  The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart
  I have a story that Id like to tell you
  Its littered with settings and second takes
  I have a feeling that 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 or pry apart
  The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart
  Found a cure for being sure
  And sure as anything
  Ill smile for my reckoning
  Oil and push, pry apart
  The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart