He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack, his backpack is all that he knows. Shot down by strangers whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul.
All alone he turns to stone, holding his breath half to death. Terrified of what's inside, to save his life he crawls like a worm, crawls like a worm from the bird.
I've had this song stuck in my head for days.
All alone he turns to stone, holding his breath half to death. Terrified of what's inside, to save his life he crawls like a worm, crawls like a worm from the bird.
I've had this song stuck in my head for days.