freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again
feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days
hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar
dark grin he can't help when he's happy looks insane
even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
he don't know so he chases them away
someday yet he'll begin his life again
life again life again
kneelin' looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
prayin' now to something that has never showed him anything
feelin' understands the weather of the winters on its way
ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame
even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
he don't know so he chases them away
someday yet he'll begin his life again
whispering hands gently lead him away
him away him away
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