“Freezin' Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again Oh feelin' Maybe he'll see little betters any days hand out Faces that he sees time ain't familiar dark grin He can't help when he's happy looks insane Even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies don't know so chases them away someday yet begin life Life again Kneelin' Lookin' through the paper though doesn't know to read prayin' Now something has never showed him anything Understands weather winter's its way ceilings Few and far between all legal halls shame Whispering hands gently lead Him away Yeah ooh ah yeah fuck it up Ah ooh”