I caught myself talking to myself I regret, I regret opening my mouth You would do better to cut out the chatter Take your secrets to the grave, to the grave, to the grave It's fine, they'll never, never, never, understand anyway ♪ But sometimes, you have to play the harp badly Find something to dig into with your body What good's a gut for if not for getting that gut feeling? And what's a throat for if not for sometimes screaming? (Aah!) (Aah!) If I keep dwelling on what I've lost Will I lose, will I lose what I have left? Have I set a boundary around my body A cage of grief and shame, to keep people away It's not fine, it only causes more heartache (aah!) So sometimes, you have to play the harp badly Have your hurt heard, so that it's out of your body Letting people in may even bring you some healing And even if not, then at least you'll be singing Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm-mm-mm Hmm-mm Aah! Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah, ah, ah, ah