In my lonesome aberration
It won't settle with a crowd
You're a beast that I was raisin'
That surrounds you like a crown

But I need some rapture
But I got nothin' to show
And my heart ain't broken
Won't turn silver to gold

In your lonesome advocation
You don't meddle with the crown
You're a leash that I was twistin'
And it wears you like a gown

But I need some rapture
But I got nothin' to show
And my heart ain't broken
Won't turn silver to gold

Honey won't you break some skin, just let it out
I've got a feelin' but it ain't comin' down
Honey won't you break some bread, just let it crack
I'm on the ceilin' but you're under glass

Honey won't you break some bread, just let it crack
I'm on the ceilin', but you're under glass
Honey won't you break some skin, just let it out
I've got a feelin' and it ain't comin' down

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Writer(s): Robert Been