When I catch a break
I 'll bring it home to you
You can bring the sharpest blade and cut off this here noose
When my arms won't work
When my eyes fall out
I won't have a single thing to piss and moan about
There'll always be you
You and all your friends
And how they each deserted you, or did you desert them?
I don't want to talk about it
I'll just sing
One hundred songs to someone who doesn't deserve a thing
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh
When all this snow melts
I won't have a dream
I can latch my fingers to but I will finally be
Removed from the words
The sound of these dead streets
The mirror images of home I always thought I'd breathe
The sun is coming up
I'm fighting gravity
It seems as if there's something new but someone always leaves
Strength to sort this out
May not be in me
But I'll surround myself with open arms and smiling teeth
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh
I am losing grip rapidly
I am coming down down down
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh
Woah Woah Wooahaohoh