Besedila: Kings of Leon. Wicker Chair.

In your little white wicker chair
Unsuspicious nobody cares for you
You're so fucked up again

You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain
And try to tell yourself you're not insane
You fool, I hate you sometimes

Hey, you know it ain't coincidental
That you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face
And you're losin' your precious mind

Send me a postcard if you get that far
You got a couple pennies in your rusty jar
The truth you've been gone for a while

And it's hard lookin' at you when you look that way
With your one night stands and your sleep all days
Ooh, you're such a slut sometimes

Hey, you know it ain't coincidental
That you're lost in place
It's drippin' off your face
And you're losin' your precious mind

You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind

I said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"

I said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"

I said, "You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind
You're losing your mind"