marrow (live)

Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind
And a spine made up of iron
Mouth connects to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and the curses
Honey, can you reach that spot
That needs oiling and fixing?
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
Muscle connects to the bone
Bone to the ire and the marrow
So I pretend there aren't ten strings
Tied to all ten of my fingers
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
If you want we could go somewhere else
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P