Marbles Songtext
von John Grant

I′ve got the poise
Of a newborn giraffe
And I feel like I've
Fallen off the wagon
My moves are quite clearly,
Unchoreographed
My comportment like that
Of a Komodo dragon

You make me lose my marbles
You get me all worked up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There′s no one on this Earth,
With whom I'd rather


You deactivate
My defense mechanisms
I think I'm coming unglued
I have emotional whiplash
I cannot brandish my trademark
Aloof cynicism
I′ve taken up macramé
Just to deal with the backlash

You make me lose my marbles
You get me all worked up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There′s no one on this Earth,
With whom I'd rather

You make me lose my marbles
You get me all worked up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There′s no one on this Earth,
With whom I'd rather