Old Hours - Timothy lyrics

When you're young You have no friends And animals will do But most of them won't stay Oh, Timothy Doesn't need a leash He sticks around He won't let you down Your mother opens the doors To let the warm air out And tiny footprints lead You to the scene Oh, Timothy Doesn't breathe The gray red fox Has k**ed thee Oh, Timothy Doesn't breathe The gray red fox Has k**ed thee Timothy Doesn't breathe Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Timothy Doesn't breathe Whoa, oh Whoa, oh Timothy Doesn't breathe Turning up the soil And the headstone made of foil And your father's rusty shears And your pillow filled with tears Oh, Timothy May he rest in peace And rest your head On his stark white face