i'm the harbinger of love   i was made to lift you up   though you may not know my name   you know my work      in the rhymes you may have heard   as a clue in the sunday crosswords   though the answer is obscure   my face is clear      i'm the harbinger of love   i've been known to fuck you up   in the way that gasoline can kill a headache   what a headache      i'll save you a trip if you save me a beer   i'll reappear when you want me to   yea, that's what i'll do      what a headache   what a headache...      love