| After the chorus breaks | |
| the heartaches | |
| The bass the treble the mids | |
| You standing trying to get rid | |
| of the things we can't withstand | |
| After those things I sang | |
| offstage she stands | |
| On deaf ears my tone falls | |
| the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I've got an itch somewhere | |
| After the magic flashes of lashes | |
| The bar the dirge walk the bed | |
| After those things I said | |
| only my hands | |
| sweaty shoulders and back | |
| And the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I've got an itch somewhere | |
| 언제였는지 | |
| 난 기억이 안나 | |
| 언젠가는 | |
| 난 기억할거야 |
| After the chorus breaks | |
| the heartaches | |
| The bass the treble the mids | |
| You standing trying to get rid | |
| of the things we can' t withstand | |
| After those things I sang | |
| offstage she stands | |
| On deaf ears my tone falls | |
| the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I' ve got an itch somewhere | |
| After the magic flashes of lashes | |
| The bar the dirge walk the bed | |
| After those things I said | |
| only my hands | |
| sweaty shoulders and back | |
| And the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I' ve got an itch somewhere | |
| After the chorus breaks | |
| the heartaches | |
| The bass the treble the mids | |
| You standing trying to get rid | |
| of the things we can' t withstand | |
| After those things I sang | |
| offstage she stands | |
| On deaf ears my tone falls | |
| the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I' ve got an itch somewhere | |
| After the magic flashes of lashes | |
| The bar the dirge walk the bed | |
| After those things I said | |
| only my hands | |
| sweaty shoulders and back | |
| And the unscratchable | |
| itch of regret again | |
| Itch of regret again | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| Somewhere inside my ribs | |
| I' ve got an itch somewhere | |