An Old Scab
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โฑ๏ธ 3:51 duration
๐ ID: 294051
๐ Lyrics
I sit each morning
Look at my empty notebook
The room is quiet
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
When he could not write
He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
It's not as bad as eating your own liver
But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
I try to tackle the page that lay before me
But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes
Make lists of errands
Make all my phone calls
And then I pray for help
But each time I try to make a fresh stab
I end up just picking at an old scab
Look at my empty notebook
The room is quiet
The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
When he could not write
He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
It's not as bad as eating your own liver
But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
I try to tackle the page that lay before me
But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes
Make lists of errands
Make all my phone calls
And then I pray for help
But each time I try to make a fresh stab
I end up just picking at an old scab
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.44] I sit each morning
[00:07.30] Look at my empty notebook
[00:10.08] The room is quiet
[00:11.87] The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
[00:22.72] Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
[00:28.13] When he could not write
[00:29.92] He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
[00:40.81] It's not as bad as eating your own liver
[00:45.39] But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
[00:55.31] I try to tackle the page that lay before me
[01:00.73] But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
[01:13.47] I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes
[01:18.85] Make lists of errands
[01:20.72] Make all my phone calls
[01:22.52] And then I pray for help
[01:30.68] But each time I try to make a fresh stab
[01:36.19] I end up just picking at an old scab
[01:46.00]
[00:07.30] Look at my empty notebook
[00:10.08] The room is quiet
[00:11.87] The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
[00:22.72] Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
[00:28.13] When he could not write
[00:29.92] He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
[00:40.81] It's not as bad as eating your own liver
[00:45.39] But still, I'd like to think that there are better methods
[00:55.31] I try to tackle the page that lay before me
[01:00.73] But then I drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
[01:13.47] I rouse myself and I finish washing dishes
[01:18.85] Make lists of errands
[01:20.72] Make all my phone calls
[01:22.52] And then I pray for help
[01:30.68] But each time I try to make a fresh stab
[01:36.19] I end up just picking at an old scab
[01:46.00]