I Get Nervous Lyrics - Twin-hand Movement - Lower Dens

Lady, I get nervous 

Just a-being in your service 

Words are full of indecision 

They evince the troubled nimble wit 

Oh, nothing in return 

But storm and pessimism 'stead of dreamin' 

Being good for me 

And just a-standing in your pretty prison 

You're standing here 

You think you love me, don't you? 

Maybe you're the presence 

That begs needing other reasons 

I got "Summer still looks pretty" 

I got hungry for the hungry seas 

Oh, living for the people 

That have nothing but their blues 

And I have nothing to be nervous about 

Hungerin' over you