My heart is satanic
The way it goes it’s so romantic
But I’m catatonic, catatonic oh no
Someone ate the bird and stole the show

I’ve got a habit, a very bad habit
It’s so consuming I can’t let it go
How romantic, how rote

Anything to loosen that Boston stitch
How romantic, how romantic
He left before I had a chance to say hello

Laying low
Raised laying low
Raised laying low
Raised
If I’m low can I still be saved?

I’m a feeler, an over-the-top feeler
Not a mover, a shaker or a getter on the go
What a slacker who moves so slow
Someone ate the bird and stole the show
I’ve got a habit, a very bad habit
It’s so consuming I can’t let it go
How romantic, how rote
Anything to loosen that Boston stitch
How romantic, how romantic
He left before I had a chance to say hello

Laying low
Raised laying low
Raised laying low
Raised
If I’m low can I still be saved?
If I’m low can I still be saved?
If I’m low can I still be saved?
If I’m low can I still be saved?