Feel a Thing
Adrian Simon
Well, I listen to it
But I don't hear a thing
I can walk you through it
But it's tireless
If you give into it
Then you won't feel a thing
And I like to do it
But it's violent
Everybody's cacklin' on the island of the damned
Parasites and Aphrodite, Mulberry and Grand
You can ask me out but
You can't have me
Well, I wake up with it
Like a thrush to the spring
I wonder what it is that makes me sing
So I cut into it
But I don't feel a thing
