Текст пісні
To make a record of emotional turbulence
A lack of logic seems to have swept over the populace
And everybody and their sister is an integrated materialist
Our stomach's ache for constant touch and kiss
A lack of funny words to explain how we exist
Everyone's looking for something that they can fix
Something to just break apart
Should we really try forgiveness
Our stomach's ache for constant touch and kiss
Ba da da da ba da da da dooo daaa ddooo aaa