Semitones & Sherlock Holmes Lyrics

Semitones and Sherlock Holmes

Is there anyone at home?

I think it's time for my next appointment

I'm sorry that I didn't phone

My mind is all but styrofoam

I can't recall the walk to your apartment

But can I come inside?

Cause there's a song to be penned

And I don't intend to leave until it's done

So can you work it out?

What I'm on about this time around

Dour metaphors, more pretentious than profound

And is there any doubt

Diminished chords throughout my shallow dirge

Who can it be who's got me on the verge?

I know it might seem quite absurd

To show up on your doorstep

At three am with notebook and guitar in hand

But everybody needs a friend to call upon in times of need

And thank god tonight you're here for me

So semitones and Sherlock Holmes

Won't you set a metronome?

And I'll pour out all my thoughts into a verse or two

Can you read it back to me?

We'll start out in my favorite key

And write one I can't play for anyone but you

Ain't it such a shame

That the best songs just lay it bare

But turn too personal to share

And end up lost?

So can you work it out?

What I'm on about this time around

Dour metaphors, more pretentious than profound

And is there any doubt

Diminished chords throughout my shallow dirge

Who can it be who's got me on the verge?

So can you work it out?

What I'm on about this time around

Dour metaphors, more pretentious than profound

And is there any doubt

Diminished chords throughout my shallow dirge

Who can it be who's got me on the verge?

Believe you me, I know it sounds absurd