[Verse 1]

He carves the lines

Imperfect, a thousand times

And soon it will be...

He sings a song

It's out of tune

It's all wrong

And soon it will be...

[Chorus]

His hands, they shake

A face in, not in pine

And soon it will be...

[Verse 2]

His lanterns, he lights

Can luminate his life

And soon it will be...

He tries to build

The fog lights can't be filled

And soon it will be...

[Chorus]

His hands, they shake

A face in, not in pine

And soon it will be

[Verse 3]

And it sits in his right hand

But he never understands

And while nothing's getting done

He's just waiting to become...

[Outro]

And it sits in his right hand

But he never understands

And while nothing's getting done

He's just waiting to become...