And I grew up 
on alcoholic evenings and slow jazz music to keep my heart beating 
because after all that happens in a dissolving family 
the need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true 
and I always knew that there wasn't glue strong enough 
to sew these roots together 
and now that I've wasted too many years 
and I've lost track of where I started 
I have to dream at night of who I was and why after twenty years of marriage 
I am what is left and I'd like to go back now 
and make myself up because I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel 
and I'd lift myself up and I'd throw myself at this house 
to break windows and smash walls 
just to keep time where it was and where it should be