I'm a Dirty Attic

What's so good about hungry hearts?
 Beating on the table when your plate is full
 I'm a body of dreams for you
 Ah, I'm a dirty attic
 Milk-worn monuments fill me up
 If you don't paint the ruin in the background
 I was thinking about truth
 Ah, it's not automatic
 
 This night, drive me wild. Ah, row away
 It's like I'm untied. Ah row you say?
 Well I want to make sense with you
 And I want to make sense with you
 You say something, like, "stop the bus
 And I'll see you in the morning when the light's up"
 I was drinking the dew
 Ah, it's just automatic
 Take care golden hair, draw me a sky
 Paint me in a picture with a new face
 I'm a body of dreams for you
 Ah, I'm a body of dreams for you
 Ah, I'm a body of dreams for you
 Ah, I'm a dirty attic
 
 This night, drive me wild. Ah, row away
 It's like I'm untied. Ah, row you say?
 Well I want to make sense with you
 And I want to make sense with you
 And I wanna make sense, with you
 With you
 With you