o' you have not been unwell   you mistake the feeling   a muffled alarm bell   nausea   behind every mouth there's      a sick tongue to be pulled   a blackened milktooth   a melody unhummed   and so we go      over our black breath in the sun   if you lose the taste for   to unsing what you sung   you speak as if   it all makes a difference      a dumb tongue to be pulled   a blackened milktooth   a melody unhummed   the way you play      o' sleep in my useless one   you know come the morning   we'll stagger the long run   nausea   i owe it nothing      yet pay it through the teeth   it's not meant to feel good   at least it doesn't change   the way you play