These lyrics are incomplete. I started with these but the second part is missing. Here's the whole thing.
You know what's wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
'Cause it made me limerent
When my head was hit
I bounced away from it
Or as someone who is craniosophic would say
The brain went the opposite way
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
'Cause the first one woke my feelings for you
But the contrecoup made my words untrue
And it left me limerent
which is to say
How it goes
Couched in terms
No one knows
And as if the choice were slim
As if there's no sentiment
You know what's wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse
by far than the first
Though the impulse is strong
the connection is weak
But I know what to say
But forgot how to speak
When it made me limerant.
These lyrics are incomplete. I started with these but the second part is missing. Here's the whole thing.
You know what's wrong with me You know phrenology You saw my injury You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound Contrecoup hurt me again And the second was worse by far than the first 'Cause it made me limerent
When my head was hit I bounced away from it Or as someone who is craniosophic would say The brain went the opposite way
Contrecoup, on the rebound Contrecoup hurt me again And the second was worse by far than the first 'Cause the first one woke my feelings for you But the contrecoup made my words untrue And it left me limerent which is to say
How it goes Couched in terms No one knows And as if the choice were slim As if there's no sentiment
You know what's wrong with me You know phrenology You saw my injury You can tell just by looking at my skull
Contrecoup, on the rebound Contrecoup hurt me again And the second was worse by far than the first Though the impulse is strong the connection is weak But I know what to say But forgot how to speak When it made me limerant.