作词 : They Might Be Giants
When my head was hit
You know what's wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
When my head was hit
I bounced away from it
Or as someone who is craniosophic would say,
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
'Cause the first one woke my feelings for you
But the contrecoup made my words untrue
Which is to say, how it goes
Cached in terms no one knows
And as if the choice were slim
You know what's wrong with me
You know phrenology
You saw my injury
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup hurt me again
And the second was worse by far than the first
Though the impulse is strong, the connection is weak
And I know what to say, but forgot how to speak
When it made me limerent
Which is to say, how it goes
You know what's wrong with me
You know what's wrong with me
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup, on the rebound
Contrecoup, on the rebound