This pounding in my chest will be digested with a grain Of salt they couldn't find when disecting my brain You found an avenue to course through like blood in my veins Now just dig up my pulse and noise to hear the things I couldn't say Wait I hope that you catch up when you catch on I must be a dead give-away If not I'm well on my way Go slow, tip-toe Don't give me away I'm a dead give-away If not I'm well on my way Go slow, tip-toe Don't give me away Till my cup runneth over darlin' Hit the nail on the head Yeah, hit it right on the nose And knock your crumbs and hesitations down like dominos Where is all my skill in clothes? Wear all my fancy clothes I keep forgetting things I need to not be over the edge Slow, wait, I hope that you catch up when catch on My body's shakin' like an earthquake, I really wish I could articulate My body's shakin' like an earthquake, shake, shake Why don't you give me away?