They Might Be Giants — I’m a Coward

I'm a coward It's a miracle I dare breathe Overpowered by the gentlest summer breeze Even when I close my eyes I like to think that I'm hiding I need a confidant, a co-conspirator To turn the tide on my losing side I'm a coward Guess I'd best make myself clear I bet mumbles are what you'd expect to hear I need a confidant who can see past my faults And take the time to save me from myself I need a confidant, a co-conspirator To turn the tide on my losing side