Bad News.

It's one of those days.


Someday my pain, someday my pain,
Will mark you.
Harness your blame, harness your blame,
And walk through.

With the wild wolves around you,
In the morning, I'll call you.
Send it farther on.

Solace my game, solace my game,
It stars you.
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane,
And run me through.

And the story's all over you,
In the morning i'll call you.
Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue?

What might have been lost...


Don't bother me.