Pull up the sleeve collect the change
 And make it add up
 Bring back everything you need
 You never move just stand around and count the peasants
 Cherrys falling from the trees
 And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven
 Poor child don't stop here
 This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and years of aching
 Cut the rope and drift away
 You must believe or make the curtain fall together
 Down the alley in the breeze
 Don't look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers
 They'll turn you back and get you blue it's true
 Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing
 If someone else's game
 Shes a notion away relaxing in New English gardens
 Pushing up the daisy chains