Testo: Boo Radleys. I hang suspended.

(...700 hertz)

Ain't that just you
you know the facts, but you
haven't got a clue
about me or my life, why don't
you try and take the time
till then what am I supposed
to do? but then that's just
like you to leave me
I hang suspended on your
words, yeah you leave me
I hang suspended on your words

don't you care? I don't read

minds and I did I'd be
elsewhere, tell me what's on
your mind so I can rectify in
time, or else I won't know
what I'm to do, but then that's
just like you to leave me

I hang suspended on your words