Call Me Elvis Now

Hospital,
I just have to go,
There’s definitely something amiss.
Hurts to eat,
My unbroken streak,
Has come to an ignoble end.
Mandibular condyle he says,
Non-displaced fracture,
Blended chili and pureed peas,
Rifle through my system.
I’ve no plan that gets this story right,
As long as it’s you and it’s me.
I’ve no plan that gets this story right,
As long as it’s you and it’s me.
It’s you, it’s me.

Call me Elvis now

Terminal,
I got no place to go,
But I’m drinking the airport in.
Portugal,
Or maybe south as France,
A long train ride to Berlin.
How much time do you have left?
How much time do you have left?
How much time do you have left?
How much time do you have left?
I’ve no plan that gets this story right,
As long as it’s you and it’s me.
I’ve no plan that gets this story right,
As long as it’s you and it’s me.
It’s you, it’s me.

Call me Elvis now