Pull up the sleeve collect the change
And make it add up
Bring back everything you need
You never move just stand around and count the pairs of
Cherries falling from the trees
And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven
Poor child don't stop here
This is only the way to tear-soaked eyes and years of aching
Cut the rope and drift away
You must believe or make the curtain fall together
Down the alley in the breeze
Don't look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers
They'll turn you back and get you blue it's true
Now I know their names they talk to me that pain is losing
In someone else's game
Pushing up the daisy chains