Ben Weasel and His Iron String Quartet

Give It Time

Ben Weasel and His Iron String Quartet

These Ones Are Bitter


Every night I wonder why I know what I need to do but I don't. And I try not calling you yet I still pick up the phone and I do. Does the new one look like me? Is the new one smart? Does the new one know you'll break his heart?
I get down; I get stuck there and I wish I couldn't care any less. Such a clown: Nobody smiles 'cause I'm crying on the inside - what a mess. I can't fall asleep at night without you in the bed but I can't take back everything I've said. I've washed the blood completely from my hands but still they're stained. Someday I'm going to learn from my mistakes. Now outside the ice is hidden by the falling snow.

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