[ Featuring the Fancy Animal ]
My fingers are swollen and cooking
After thawing out from being in the cold
My heart is tight, curled up
As it cowers here fearfully, I'm afraid
My mind, on you, and full with worry
Is looking for a way to make sense
Only to find that my path is round and complete
No escaping this mess
This is only the first time
There will be more times
There'll be a next time
A third and a fourth time
This is only the first time
It's not the last time
There'll be a next time
A third time, a fourth time
My mind is exhausted
Searching for a break in the circle
A straight line forward toward sense
Toward peace and relief
My heart is cautiously hopeful
But afraid to look
My fingers they dread
Oh, they dread going back to the cold
Please don't make me go
This is only the first time
There will be more times
There'll be a next time
A third and a fourth time
This is only the first time
It's not the last time
There'll be a next time
A third time, a fourth time
My heart is exhausted
My heart is exhausted
My heart is exhausted
My heart is exhausted
