Midnight, when their headlights fade
You slipped back to your father's house
Burning underneath your clothes
As if no hands could hold
Your pale body down
Against the cold, hard ground
Oh, We don't get it back
I'm afraid that d**h's like that
Morning was a long way off
You were tired but you couldn't sleep
Keep seeing as if from miles away
How your body lay
Among discarded things
Your childhood memories
Oh, We don't get it back
I'm pretty sure d**h's like that
Time has left some burdens
Left some secret shames
But oh, can it lift the weight
I think it can('t)