Born With a Sound - The New Pornographers, Amber Webber

There’s death in the breadline

There’s deaths on the vine

I wanted you quite often

In that I wanted you all of the time

I’ve been up all night

I’ve been up all day

I was into the illusion

I was into the never-ending scene

And the sound of confusion

In the riverside

I’ve been up all night

I’ve been up all day

Singing a mistresses' tangueray

I had a sound in my head

But I couldn’t find the words

To get it out

Now I know love is the way

Get it out

I had a sound in my head

But I couldn’t find the words

To get it out

Now I know love is the way

Get it out, get it out

I see death in the breadline

I see deaths on the vine

I want you quite often

I want you all of the time

I had a sound in my head

And I couldn’t get it out, get it out

I’ve been up all night

I’ve been up all day

I was born with a sound