Such a boy, always smarter than me, he fell down like a stone and retired to the sea

He had a vision that he was miles from home

He had the sun kill the moon

So he could die alone

Say the right thing; dig into your purse for your medicine

I had no way to know that you were sick like that

Stabbed in the back with a twisted wing

Point your gun towards the ground, heavy as a heart sinking down

Turn your secrets into sound, heavy as a heard sinking down