With your reckless wisdom

And your arms baking 

With your eyes brittle 

And your heart of stone 

Well I think I see a weasel 

Come climbin' off the floor 

Since they say my baby left the door 

With your key all broken 

And your face a-flutter 

With your spare ribs groaning 

And you're panic-stricken 

What's that you're wearing? 

I feel you in my soul 

Since the day I turned around 

Day I turned around [2x] 

With your fingers missing 

And your paper dreams