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