Scream lung deep into a brown paper bag,

Let the pain poor free to drain the bulls red rag,

I don’t hear where the devil lives for the rustling distorts,

I know you’re hurting but your hand is moving and I can’t see all the warts,

Until you choose - until you can,

Until your soul finds the strength to trust a man,

I will hear words only spoken in different tongue,

What you say right I’ll only hear wrong,

Got to talk, got to talk,

Stop the running, please don’t walk,

Sit right down, stay with me,

Got to talk, got to talk...