To you. Separation, only to put it down.
To you. Desperation, only to be around.
So on and so under, misdirected in other words.
Always I wonder, is there anything I can do for you?
Anything I can do? Well I can do anything...
To some, IÔÇÖve been singled out, always I take your fall.
To some, sane and broken down,
All weÔÇÖve left is dropping around you.
And you know these lines theyÔÇÖre open ended.
These books were meant to be followed,
And your rules left to be read...
Is there anything I can do?
I can do anything. I can do anything,
ItÔÇÖs vulgar before me...
Is there anything I can do?
I can do anything. I can do anything
Vulgar before me, Vulgar before me
