Sixpence None the Richer SONG

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight
'Cause the black in our pockets won't let us fight a proper fight
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem, maybe?
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons
But we're sealing our lips for the
someday when the needle and the vinyl play
All the songs of the pain, songs that
explain all our circles and strains
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

We're all dying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
"Yes, we should like to see you pack
your tents, shut down your show."
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

But anything would be fine

Oh, anything would be fine