Such a boy, always smarter than me, he fell down like a stone and retired to the sea
He had a vision that he was miles from home
He had the sun k** the moon
So he could die alone
Say the right thing; dig into your purse for your medicine
I had no way to know that you were sick like that
Stabbed in the back with a twisted wing
Point your gun towards the ground, heavy as a heart sinking down
Turn your secrets into sound, heavy as a heard sinking down