One push. You fall in. Born in darkness. Built on shame. And hurting. Filled with silence. Filled with silence. And stars. Stars. Stars. Find the ladder.
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m.. In the dark sits a sad cliche. Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars. . Tell me how this came to be. Sleeplessness talk to me.
If I was the Lone Ranger. Hiding behind a mask. Wouldn't be any danger. To the questions, I ask. What ya say, Pocahontas. . Trade in your feathers and beads.
Late for work again today. Somebody's lying down on the job again. Will you people please stop jumping under my train. Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay.
Mom says I can't play with you no more. It's cold outside and every night she locks the door. . I don't mind. Yeah, it's no great loss, I swear. I don't like you much today.