Freezin‘, rests his head on
a pillow made of concrete,
again
Oh, Feelin‘ maybe he‘ll see a
little betters any days
Oh, head down, faces that he sees
don‘t look it ain‘t that
familiar
Oh, dark grin he can‘t
help when he‘s happy looks
insane, oh
yeah
Even flow
thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don‘t know
so he chases them away
someday yet he‘ll begin his life again
Life againn
Kneelin‘, looking through
the paper though he doesn‘t
know to
read
Prayin‘, now to something
that has never showed him
anything
Oh, feelin‘, understands
the weather or that winters
on its
way, yeah
Oh, ceilins people fall
between all the legal halls
of shame
Even flow
thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don‘t know
so he chases them away
someday yet he‘ll begin his life again
Whispering hands, carry him away
him away, him away
yeah!
woo
oh yeah yeah.