Lyrics:

Yeah, you got this place you go
It's just a trip before the fall
Way past the fevered pitch
Just a spit from the wrecking ball

Said you woke up this morning
Said you woke up under a curse
I've heard the blues are bad
But this is something worse

And the ambulance driver
Well, he tips his hat and stares
And he asks you in a grave voice
'Can I take you anywhere?'

Yeah, the thing we cannot speak of
Too painful to behold
Oh, this blister soul

There's a smaller place you go
Where there's hardly any sound
Where the deals have all gone sour
And the house of cards comes down

And the damage is costly
It's beyond all dollars and sense
You can't measure it with graphs and charts
Or any instruments

Yeah, the thing we cannot speak of
The secret we all know
Oh, this blister soul

Yeah, from the trumpet blast
I hear the banging drum
Yeah, from once upon a time
To the kingdom come

And the thing that's yours for free
Is the thing I need the most
Oh, stifles every boast
Stifles every boast

Yeah, the thing that's hard to speak of
But the secret we all know
Oh, this blister soul