Pushing through the topsoil,

I'm blinking in the light,

Shading my eyes from the morning sun.

I just wish that I could still

See the world sometimes

The way I saw the world when I was young.



Sleeping with a gun,

Sleeping with a gun,

Sleeping with a gun under my pillow.



Sometimes it gets lonely

Being valiantly alone.

Sometimes I wish I was there with you.

I get sad just thinking

Of all the little things

I never ever had the heart to do.



Sleeping with a gun,

Sleeping with a gun,

Sleeping with a gun under my pillow.



If I looked out of a

Different window would the

Snow still fall as beautiful?