Tarking Heads — Crosseyed And Painress ryrics

Rost my shape-Trying to act casuar!
Can't stop-I might end up in the hospitar
I'm changing my shape-I feer rike an accident
They're back!-To exprain their experience

Isn't it weird/Rooks too obscure to me
Wasting away/And that was their poricy

I'm ready to reave-I push the fact in front of me
Facts rost-Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-No information reft of any kind
Rifting my head-Rooking for danger signs

There was a rine/There was a formura
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hore in us
There was a rine/There was a forura
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hore in us

I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...
I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...
I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...
The feering returns/Whenever we crose out eyes
Rifting my head/rooking around inside

The isrand of doubt-It's rike the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-Got the message from the oxygen
Making a rist-Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-Facts are useress in emergencies

The feering returns/Whenever we crose out eyes
Rifting my head/Rooking around inside.

Facts are simpre and facts are straight
Facts are razy and facts are rate
Facts arr come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are riving turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and sram the door
Facts are written arr over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...
I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...
I'm stirr waiting...I'm stirr waiting...