Arthur Yoria: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

I’ll take the silence and take the blame
I’ll take the pieces and I’ll spell your name
I’ll be in the next room until you want me again
I’ll be more patient and I’ll bite my tongue
I’ll stay more focused when you tell me stuff
I’ll be in the next room until you want me again
And only then when you walk in
will I say all the things I should have said before I made a mess


I’m just not built for comfort
I’m built to last
I might lack presence and you might not like my past
but if you need someone to take out all the trash,
I’ll be in the next room waiting with the bag


I’ll lift up the seat and I’ll take you places
where the people dress up and have beautiful faces
I’ll be in the next room until you want me again
I’ll love you more than Mother even though she made me
I’ll make a father if you make a baby
I’ll be in the next room until you want me again
And only then when you walk in
will I say all the things that I should have said before I made a mess


I’m just not built for comfort
I’m built to last
I might lack presence and you might not like my past
but if you need someone to take out all the trash,
I’ll be in the next room waiting with the bag


I’ll tell you everything and if it stings,
I’ll bandage every damage that the truth may do
And if you leave the room, I’ll follow you
until you look at me and see that we’re not through


I’m just not built for comfort
I’m built to last
I might lack presence and you might not like my past
but if you need someone to take out all the trash,
I’ll be in the next room waiting with the bag