Well there is something 'bout the quiet, uplifting laughter. You've just spent so many years chased by a cloud, oh. It's taken you so far, far past the cliff's edge.
Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land. Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand. Oh your will is in my hand. . And I'll throw it in the current that I stand upon so still.
Why are you thinking again little brother. When you know there's a story for every wrong. But I won't be around in the morning. Can only pray there's no harm in me moving on.
Oh I wish I was the sparrow in your kid's eye. Like a fly above is summer all day long. On an island in the heart he has to carry. Past the many you have let into your song.
By the eyes of the very young. It's a sudden good attack. Born of the weakness my oys and I. Carry anger forth and back. But we'll make it somehow. You've all what's mine.