Sick & Tired — The Cardigans

Sick, tired andhomeless with no one here to sing for tired of being weightless for all these looking good boys

you can always say my attic has its charm you can always say you did no major harm you can always that summer had its charm and that you did no major harm oh, spare me if you please

sick, tired an sleepless with no one else to shine for sick of all my distress but I won't show I'm still poor

symptoms are so deep something here's so wrong nothing is completenowhere to belong symptoms are so deep I think I'd better stay here on my own so spare me if you please