Marrow - David Byrne, St. Vincent

Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron

Mouth connects to the teeth

And teeth to the loves and the curses

Honey, can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing?

Help me, help me

Help me, help me

Muscle connects to the bone

And bone to the ire and the marrow

So I pretend there aren’t ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers

Help me, help me

If you want, we could go somewhere else