Tickets To What You Need – Badly Drawn Boy – letras

I’m turning the lights down lowReady to make my moveGet you tickets to what you needI’m treading the borderlinesAnd ruining people’s lives by giving them what they needYou’re quite right to ask what’s wrong with meYou want to take a look at my headEven I’ve been thinking what’s wrong with meI watch the news insteadI’m turning Madonna downI’m calling it my best moveI’ll get her tickets to what she needsI’m hugging my eiderdownEmploying a microscopeTo find you the things you needNow I’m ready to tell you what’s wrong with meI’m feeling the emptiness riseAnd I’d trade the whole thing quite gladlyFor something of similar sizeShape, colour, weight, change your shirt, don’t be late.I’m turning the lights down lowReady to make my moveGet you tickets to what you needWhat’s wrong with me, What’s wrong with me?