If I could switch you outThen Iâd replace youFrom the cushion you sit upon nowYouâre inches too closeMy body speaks it soIf I could fold like a love letterI could feel the wrongI could feel the wrongI could feel the wrong in youYou take your turnYour engine in driveYour boulevard of heartburnYour Hiroshima insideYou take your turnYour explosion subsidesYour boulevard of heartburnThe burning for you arrivesIf I could switch you outThen Iâd replace youFrom the cushion you sit upon nowYouâre inches too closeMy body speaks it soIf I could fold like a love letter