Why try to run when you can't even walk Why try to shout when you can't even talk And you only hear what you want to hear The years rolling easy with your kind of ears And you bleed a little love on me You bleed a little love on me ♪ And there's no use you kicking back shaking your head With your tribe of sycophants breaking your bread And the days drip, and stick to you like honeycomb And a ghost on your lips says there's no place like home And you bleed a little love on me You bleed a little love on me You bleed a little love on me You bleed a little love on me ♪ A part of me, departed A part of me A part of me, departed A part of me A part of me departed (A part of me you wore) A part of me (Then what was I before?) A part of me departed (A part of me you wore) A part of me (Then what was I before?) A part of me departed (A part of me you wore) A part of me (Then what was I before?) A part of me departed (A part of me you wore) A part of me (Then what was I before?)