The stuttering sound of cellular phone interference And the fluttering feel of the fingers I keep in my mouth And the terrible taste of my tongue And the bellowing bloke I've become Have commenced me completely, then died out discreetly And made me remember the sun going down Just the way I like it Hiding out under me So you've found a new way to navigate back to my residence You'll collect me, correct me, then resurrect me And bury my bones somewhere new And babe I couldn't go, 'cause there's someplace else you know That I have been keeping my eye on when my eye wasn't keeping on you And should I leave, don't tell anybody And should I grieve, then you have won So I'm buying your love with the money I got from my tax return And I'll put it away until Christmas or some other time Because lately I simply don't know where I'm going In spite of the dozens of street signs I've stolen The trains try their hardest to keep me from rolling So I roll back into bed and I think of you For as long as that will take me And I sit around until the end of the day Since the day I lost my mind I've found it's hard to find You in the proper position And me in the right state of mind