@paulhenry wrote these wonderful lyrics and was kind enough to let me go Sinatra on them without the orchestra, the voice and... the Sinatra.
Today, I woke up smiling, my lover next to me in bed,
The dust in the sunlight, beguiling. No voices in my head.
I slipped out for a walk, my feet were tapping like a song.
But I’m afraid of knowing, with all this joy overflowing,
that there has to be something terribly wrong…
I’m so happy I must have a tumor
I’m so in love, I’ll have to go blind.
Is all this clover about to bloom, or
is it all ivy, the poisonous kind?
I keep blushing. It could be phlebitis.
So chipper. Could my thyroid be stressed?
My heart’s is so full…is it pericarditis?
Is this really love, or just pains in my chest?
Tick, tock, what’s going to happen?
Tock, tick, the shoe’s gonna drop.
Tick tock, if I get any happier
Tock…my heart will stop.
I’m so bubbly, so fucking loquacious!
It could be Tourette's, or ADHD.
But, don’t worry! It isn’t contagious.
At least, I don’t think so. We’ll just have to see...
But I’m so rich. So slim & attractive.
My luck can’t run out! Heaven forfend!
There's only one answer
I'm radioactive. . .
and the world
and this world
and the world is
coming to an