The Cardigans

So you're tryin' to do what they did
Your friends that turned to liquid,
And got lost in a sea...
Now you're drowning me
With your talk of four-leaf clovers
you turn to rocks and omen
to beat the ambient harm
That is bruising your karma
Oh, I wish my arms were wider,
I wish that I could hide you,
So you can rest and repair
Without the blanket of sorrow...
The thick and the gray,
Your blanket of woe
Is so heavy and stained
And it only waste you down