Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, againnOh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeahnOh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeahnOh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeahnnEven flow, thoughts arrive like butterfliesnOh, he don't know, so he chases them awaynSomeday yet, he'll begin his life againnLife again, life again...nnKneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, nooh yeahnOh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anythingnOh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its waynOh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeahnnEven flow, thoughts arrive like butterfliesnOh, he don't know, so he chases them awaynSomeday yet, he'll begin his life againnWhispering hands, gently lead him awaynHim away, him away...nYeah!nWoo...ah yeah...fuck it up...nnEven flow, thoughts arrive like butterfliesnOh, he don't know, so he chases them awaynSomeday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeahnOh, whispering hands, gently lead him awaynHim away, him away...nYeah!nWoo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy...