[bad word] lie on a bed of nails and slumber 
Rise up but the hands all pull you down 
My sunshine is wind and rain and thunder 
I sing but I can't make a song 

So if you want o know where 
I've been 
Hiding all these years 
Follow the tears 
Don't drink from the cup of human kindness 
It's a strange brew and poison to the touch 
Don't think that they're saving you the finest for last 
Or that you wanted too much 

So if you want o know where 
I've been 
Hiding all these years 
Follow the tears 
Follow the tears 
Follow the tears 
Follow the tears 

We'll be there for you 
I believed and I can tell you it's not [bad word] 
Run away before they find you again 
The consequence of the conscience 
Is that you'll be left somewhere 
Swinging in the air 

So if you want to know why 
I've been