If you could only see the way that I am these days, You would cherish the fear, honey, you would cherish the fear. Another wasted day cuts through the air in hail. You should nourish your grief, darling, you should nourish the grief. We were just born much sadder than the others. We are the saddest kids. Dress up and come outside, I want you to hear me weep. You could feel free again, honey, you could feel free again. The streets are white and grey. Your hands are so cold, we crash. You should reverence it, darling, you should reverence ache. We were just born more doleful than the others. We are the saddest kids.