The Therapist - Foreign Air

On the leather couch

Exercising demons

No keeping secrets

Pour a cup of coffee

A few more cigarettes

God only knows

The roads I’ve been down

Educate me now

Break me down

To the bits and pieces

I need somebody to bring me

Back to life

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your problems

Let it out

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your secrets

Get it out

I don’t know why these monsters

Are trapped in my head

I keep trying to put them to bed

I’ve got my hands inside my pockets

But I’ve felt no change in years

I’ve got these broken mirrors

But they keep me here

I need a higher calling

To get me out of bed

But God only knows

The roads I’ve been down

Liberate me now

I need somebody to bring me

Back to life

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your problems

Let it out

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your secrets

Get it out

I don’t know why these monsters

Are trapped in my head

I keep trying to put them to bed

What’s wrong with you?

What’s wrong, what’s wrong

What’s wrong, what’s wrong

(Don't talk, just listen to us

Keep quiet on the couch and shut the fuck up, don’t talk

Don’t talk just listen to us

Keep quiet on the couch and shut the fuck up, oh, oh)

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your problems

Let it out

What’s wrong with you?

Tell me all your secrets

Get it out

I don’t know why these monsters

Are trapped in my head

I keep trying to put them to bed

What’s wrong with you?

What’s wrong, what’s wrong

What’s wrong, what’s wrong