Freezing
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again.
Oh, feeling
Maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah.
Oh, hand out,
Faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar.
Oh, dark grin,
He can't help, when he's happy looks insane, yeah.

Even flow,
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know,
So he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again,
Life again, life again.

Kneeling,
Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, oh yeah.
Oh, praying
Now to something that has never showed him anything.
Oh, feeling
Understands the weather of the winters on its way.
Oh, ceilings
Few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah.

Even flow,
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know,
So he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again, yeah.
Whispering hands gently lead him away,
Him away, him away. Yeah! Whoo!