I'm 15 centimeters tallnA single step's a sturdy wallnA dark and distant port of call from younnI move through a different sort of spacenA day takes years for me to tracenWhile age redecorates my face, it's truennI set my soul to sleepnBeneath your shoesnLord knows I'm tirednOf thinkin bout you, younOf thinkin about you, you, younnIt don't take a champion to talknAbout how to line yourself in chalknRun like hell instead of walk, thank younIn a cold and mercenary fieldnBack bared by reinvented wheelsnThe broken bones you can't conceal poke throughnnI set my soul to sleepnBeneath your shoesnLord knows I'm tirednOf thinkin bout you, younOf thinking about you, younOf thinking about you, younOf thinking about you, you, you