Letra de Everything You Touch Becomes A Crutch

Have i said too much Am i losing my touch. I don't think we should touch. You go with the other men Me i beat myself to sleep Maybe i should have just Left all this in a lock-up box In boston Never said too much I always tried to save face I never said too much Tried to save my face. Only a few spare incidents Of disgrace. Never said too much I said we shouldn't touch I beat myself to sleep You go with the other men Go with your other men I beat myself to sleep I beat myself to sleep Maybe i should have left all this In an airport lock-up box In boston