Aching for a word and the words are not coming

I can paint it with a speech bubble

Sing a motif, rub it into my teeth

Glisten white, eyes shut

And my tongue starred wrong

But I'm listening right.

Well, come on and get something

Onto to my rung

Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung

Come on and get something

Onto to my rung

Keep the stereo on.

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong.

Aching for a word, I can feel my mind running

I can chase it till I'm seeing blood

Dark, red coat on the side of my throat

When you heard each sound

Did you swallow it down

Tasting every word?

Then come on and get something

Onto to my rung

Where the cords and the notes are the only thing sung

Come on and get something

Onto to my rung

Keep the stereo on.

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong.

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong.

I guess I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind

I guess I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind.

I guess I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind

I guess I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind.

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found some hope again.

And yes, I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my peace again

And yes, I found my second wind.

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found some hope again.

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found my second wind

And yes, I found some hope again.