Frantically Wrong Songtext
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In the way you bend, you break everything
I hope we meet again, that nod of recognition
It′s not much but it means something
It's not much but it′s everything
In the way you bend, you break everything

You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don't think you're listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on

In the way you bend, you break everything
If the world′s behind a wall, I know which side I′m climbing
It's not much but I′ve turned green
It's not much but it′s everything
If the world's behind a wall, I know which side I′m climbing


You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don't think you're listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on

You taught everything I know about
Speech and sound and phobia
You keep shaking everybody down
Your fist around my ankle
I speak, I don′t think you′re listening
But somehow, something sunk in
That scrawl became a masterpiece
With just a scrap to sketch on

In the way you bend, you break
Speech and sound and phobia
I hope we meet again
Your fist around my ankle
In the way you bend, you break everything
If the world's behind a wall, I know which side I′m climbing