Felicity

Sweet sound of a rare bird With combination skin Walk away from the car wreck Two bruises on her bare arms Sucking on the medicine Sweet pain of a cold glass On the table that you set for me Counting down to the car crash Three secrets on a mattress It's the turn of the century Turn of the century And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity Felicity And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity Felicity Sweet sight of an old friend With abalone eyes He says you gotta be conscious Stop acting like you've lost it Both punishment and prize Both punishment and prize And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity Felicity And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity Felicity Spit it in the palm of my hand That's an anger I can understand Say what you've been meaning Get it off your jaw Punch me in the viscera I can take it Spit it in the palm of my hand, yeah That's an anger I can understand Say what you've been meaning Get it off your jaw Punch me in the viscera I can take it And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity (Felicity) And everything will feel better When we get it out That's called Felicity Felicity