My one true love is waiting for me*
One blue lung with no breath in it
I'm sorry for things
For a graze on a lip
For a song that I sing
For a feeling I get
My once full cup is empty
I'm tired
Oh oracle, come and help me be wise
Come on, help me be wise
My one true love is waiting for me
On the other side of all of this
I'm not sorry for things
For a feeling I give
I'm not sorry for this
For a feeling I get
My once full cup is empty
I'm tired
Oh oracle, come and help me be wise
Come on, help me be wise
My once full cup is empty
I'm tired
Oh oracle, come and help me be wise
Come on, help me be wise