Diagnosis Lyrics - Singles - The Weakerthans

I have a headache, I have a sore back 

I have a letter I can't send 

I have desire, it falters and falls down 

It calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. 

To wonder when, wonderful 

All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull 

Pulled along or pulled apart 

Diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart 

I have a story, I'd like to tell you 

It's littered with settings and second takes 

I have a feeling, hums with the street lights 

Hides under ice in always frozen lakes 

My mistake to make you cringe 

Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge 

To oil and push or pry apart 

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart 

Found a cure for being sure 

And sure as anything 

I'll smile for my reckoning 

To oil and push or pry apart 

The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart