Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete.Again
Feeling 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 his happy looks insane
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don't know so he chases them away-yeah
someday yet he'll begin his life again
Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
praying now to something that has never showed him anything
Feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way
Ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame