Martha Wainwright Follow

I can hardly move and I sure can't groove
And I can hardly see why I'm so afraid
And the days are long, I can't get rid of what's wrong
It's plain to see but the problem is, is, is in me

I wish I were a singer, a dancer
Dancing for your love

Am I somewhere in the middle?
Do I count at being special?
Is there a sincerity in anything I say?
Do I know what anything means?
Can I, can I see?

I listen to the radio
Not music but the talk shows
I watch a lot of PBS and BBC
I don't want to meet the press
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared of what I see

The only thing I recognize
Is the pain in my side
The hunger that I feel
Is the only thing, the only thing that is real

I wish I were a singer, a dancer
Dancing for your love