It's a curse, like a black thumb
Everything I touch
I'm sure you were sure
You could help so much

But it;s a curse, like a black thumb
Everything I touch
Runs wild with the pressure of it
Becomes a pile of dust
Then the wind gets it

Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild

I never meant to cause you anything but happiness

Something's just won't change
Though I keep on trying
I'm sure you were sure
But now you're only crying

It's a curse, like a black thumb
everything I touch
Runs wild with the pressure of it
Becomes a pile of dust
Then the wind gets it

Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild
Everything I touch runs wild

I never meant to cause you anything but happiness,
happiness