| Song | An Old Scab |
| Artist | Crash Test Dummies |
| Album | A Worm's Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Roberts | |
| I sit each morning | |
| Look at my empty notebook | |
| The room is quiet | |
| The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
| Manic-depressive composer robert schumann | |
| When he could not write | |
| He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
| It's not as bad as eating your own liver | |
| But still, i'd like to think that there are better methods | |
| I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
| But then i drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls | |
| I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
| Make lists of errands | |
| Make all my phone calls | |
| And then i pray for help | |
| But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
| I end up just picking at an old scab |
| zuo ci : Roberts | |
| I sit each morning | |
| Look at my empty notebook | |
| The room is quiet | |
| The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
| Manicdepressive composer robert schumann | |
| When he could not write | |
| He' d get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
| It' s not as bad as eating your own liver | |
| But still, i' d like to think that there are better methods | |
| I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
| But then i drift off and think about the concept of benwah balls | |
| I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
| Make lists of errands | |
| Make all my phone calls | |
| And then i pray for help | |
| But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
| I end up just picking at an old scab |
| zuò cí : Roberts | |
| I sit each morning | |
| Look at my empty notebook | |
| The room is quiet | |
| The air conditioning sounds like rain falling | |
| Manicdepressive composer robert schumann | |
| When he could not write | |
| He' d get down on his knees and he would pray for help | |
| It' s not as bad as eating your own liver | |
| But still, i' d like to think that there are better methods | |
| I try to tackle the page that lay before me | |
| But then i drift off and think about the concept of benwah balls | |
| I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes | |
| Make lists of errands | |
| Make all my phone calls | |
| And then i pray for help | |
| But each time i try to make a fresh stab | |
| I end up just picking at an old scab |