Текст Bill Callahan – Everything You Touch Becomes A Crutch

Have I said too much
Am I losing my touch
I don’t think we should touch
You go with the other men

Never said too much
I always tried to save face
I never said too much
Tried to save my face
Only a few spare incidents
Of disgrace

Never said too much
I said we shouldn’t touch
I beat myself to sleep
You go with the other men
Go with your other men
I beat myself to sleep
I beat myself to sleep

Maybe I should have left all this
In an airport lock-up box
In Boston