Freezin'  rests his head on a pillow made of concrete  again 
Oh  Feelin' maybe he'll see a little betters any days 
Oh  hand out  faces that he sees come again ain't that familiar 
Oh  dark grin  he can't help when he's happy he looks insane 
Even flow 

Thoughts arrive like butterflies 
Oh  he don't know 
So he chases them away 
Someday yet he'll begin his life again 
Life again 

Kneelin'  looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read 
Prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything 
Oh, feelin', understands the weather or that winters on its way, yeah 
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame 
Even flow 

Thoughts arrive like butterflies 
Oh, he don't know 
So he chases them away 
Someday yet he'll begin his life again 
Whispering hands, carry him away 
Him away, him away 
Yeah! 
Woo 
Oh yeah yeah