Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
I can hear her fighting with herself
I can hear the words she doesn't tell
Well right, left, right
I can almost hear the fight
Well a-ring-ring-ring
I can almost hear her thinkin'
Can almost hear her fighting
Can almost hear her fighting with herself
It's like she wants to scream
But something is paralyzing
It's like she'd want to talk
But then she turns to walk
I can almost hear the words she doesn't say
She talks to talk but then she turns away
Well boom-boom-boom
There's tension in the room
Well right, left, right
I can almost hear the fight
Can almost hear her thinkin'
Can almost hear her fighting with herself
It's like she wants to scream
But something's paralyzing
It's like she'd want to stay
But then she turns away
On one shoulder is the angel
On the other is the devil
It's like they're both screaming at her
At some high volume level
It's like she wants to scream
But something's paralyzing
It's like she wants to stay
But she turns away
And I can hear her fighting
Can almost hear her fighting with herself