I'm shakingshaking, wound and wired.
My heart is heavy and feet are tired.
Home, home, home again. I miss the world, I miss my friends.
Shackles, prison, ball and chain. Bars on windows and your name.
Save me, save me, dear desire. Deadline's here, down to the wire.
Change is needed, change is good. I'm wanting you more than I should.
Charts all tell me all my wages. Pretty lines on pretty pages.
I'm suffocating on myself, and all this amounts to is how much I need you.
I don't know. I'm pretty much incoherent, but aren't I always?