Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again.
Oh, feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah.
Oh, hand out. Faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh.
Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Aah.
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Yeah.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yea. Ohh.
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again.
Life again. Life again.
Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read.
Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Never will.
Oh, feeling. Understands the weather of the winters on its way. Yeah.
Oh, ceilings. Few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah.
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Yeah.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away yea.
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again. Yeah.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away.
Lead him away. Him away. Yeah.
Woo... ah-yeah. Let me introduce you to Michael.
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Yeah.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yea. Ohh.
Someday, yeah, he'll begin his life again. Yeah, ah.
Whispering hands gently lead him away.
Lead him away. Him away. Yeah.
Woo. Uh huh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Gonna fuck it up again. Wooo.
Uh, this is uh, a nice little ditty. |