Besedila: The Magnetic Fields. Realism. I Don't Know What to Say.

I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say

I could say I want you that would be a bore
Maybe in a font you haven't seen before
I could say I'll haunt you till your dying day
I could tease and taunt you but what would I say?

See, I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say

I could say I crave you still, you little brat
I could rant and rave, you know I can do that
I could say I gave you everything I have
I could say I'll save you, you might think me mad

So I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say

I could try and lead you down the garden path
I could say I'll feed you, you can do the math
I could say I need you, offer you a ring
I'll be guarantee, you don't believe a thing

So I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say

I could try to shove you off the nearest cliff
I could say