Fiona Apple - Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) Lyrics

Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isnt the red we painted
Its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have troble now
Even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm ever so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it

I knew that to keep in touch
Would do me deep in dutch
Cuz it isnt the rush of remembering
Its just mush
And the signature thing
Is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now
To keep from followinig

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it

Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isnt the red we painted
Its just rust
And the signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have troble now
Even remembering

So why did I kiss him so hard
Late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either sick in the head
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thats it

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Extraordinary Machine
  • 2 Get Him Back
  • 3 O' Sailor
  • 4 Better Version of Me
  • 5 Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)
  • 6 Parting Gift
  • 7 Window
  • 8 Oh Well
  • 9 Please Please Please
  • 10 Red Red Red
  • 11 Not About Love
  • 12 Waltz (Better Than Fine)


  • Credits
    album: Track 5 in album Extraordinary Machine
    release date: 2005-10-3
    popularity : 46 users have visited this page.
    genres: Rock Pop
    styles: Alternative Rock/Soft Rock/Pop Rock
    length: 4:06
    marxophone: Zac Rae
    Album Information
    label: Clean Slate
    country(area): Europe
    format: CD
    barcode: 828767363622
    script: Latin