The words that we both know are what keeps you
On stable floor from the ears I saw, nervously beneath you
And now we'll discover each other with every word that we both know
In between a stunted flow
And I couldn't care less about your mother
Do you know that I couldn't have one so fair, just last year
And as a foreigner here excuse my longing for a limelight and not hope in hell
Cause' its sad that I'm not home
And if I change, its nice to know that soon I'll change back in youths shadow
Because that's the truth, self grown, where we all go
And youth is a loveless furrowed brow