When mute tongues can speak
And relate their need,
I make fun of skins laying in a dark room
In a piglet's eye,
If the dream had wings,
Then the nest of feathers
Would freeze without them
I never learned how to fear correctly
When we were seven, we were hit directly
By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly
All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
See the boy of smiles
With the teardrop shape
Shuddering and crying
With the wind knocked from him
And the kids just stare
Is this guy for real?
Some mistakes are all too apparent
It's nothing personal, just a lousy memory
Dissected birds are my adopted family
I pool myself until I see anemones
All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
In a can of boys
Across a crowd of thorns,
Everyone is laughing, all expenses painful
Windbreaker is torn
Friendly tree has scars
Experience is necessary to be normal
I never learned how to fear correctly
When we were seven, we were hit directly
By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly
All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
It's me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me