Waking up today, it was cold out.
There's something I should say, but I can't get my head around
The bends in your brain,
And your elaborate pain
Makes me tired.

As an old balloon, I hold my breath
Like a penance paid too soon, and with too much eagerness
To know what is [bad word] 
When air is changed by you,
Makes it hard.

I don't know where [bad word] from,
Where to go
When the [bad word] 
When the rain, put me back
In the bottle,
Where the sea meets the sun,
Where the bones and their rattle:
They don't mean anything to no one.
I, I had a swing.
When my salt was my own,
I'd my teeth bared for battle,
Till love lost made me dull,
It made me dull.
It made me dull.

Put me back in the bottle
Where the sea meets the sun,
Where the bones and their rattle:
They don't mean anything to no one.
And I had a swing.
When my salt was my own,
I'd my teeth bared for battle,
Till love lost made me dull.
It made me dull.
It made me dull.