Текст пісні Broken Head - Manbox, Mansions, Weatherbox

Broken Head

I still love my broken head
It sees the world in blue and red
Sometimes it plays tricks on me
It rewrites all my memories
But it’s all mine
And we’ve had some times
And when I hold it close
Well it feels like home
Beneath my fingers
I still love my broken head
My holy ghost, my spider webs
My comic book has missing panels
My 12 inch screen has just one channel
But it sounds so good
To be shocked and shook
And insanely arranged into something calm
So someone somewhere eventually will sing along
For the wrong reasons