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)