Lyrics

Mouth folded down in the corners
How did we end up in this cold, cold heaven?
You cannot sleep, don?t I know it
Ask all around for something better
Isn?t my life sad enough for you to divide into the things I?m dreaming of?
Tyrone is a very nice name
My home is never gonna be the same
Why ain?t my legs long enough? Why ain?t my sunny days insured?
Now, ten years old in the corner
We found a wall and we wrote our names
Weeds in the ground do no better
Hand me your hand feels like mine