[Verse 1] Well I know, you don't know the reason And it's cold, a sign of the season 'cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling [Chorus] Yeah, well I'll be better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else I'm off for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself [Verse 2] Well it's gone and it's not returning And your clothes and pictures are burning 'cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling [Chorus]