Pull up the sleeve collect the change

And make it add up 

Bring back everything you need

You never move just stand around and count the peasants

Cherrys falling from the trees

And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven

Poor child dont stop here

This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and years of aching

Cut the rope and drift away


You must believe or make the curtain fall together

Down the alley in the breeze

Dont look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers

Theyll turn you back and get you blue its true

Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing

If someone elses game

Shes a notion away relaxing in New English gardens

Pushing up the daisy chains