Hide
Put the scum away
When your wind blow by
Is alive
Two ways about it
You earn no sun bright
Your rain too must fall

Your hair is accidental
Blowing to one side
Display no ounce of pride
To slide and crawl
All the way

Bad day and yes we cried
Trading the punches
Up to the elbow
If I may

Speak

He's crying tears of anger alright
Leaving hat and umbrella
When they eat you for breakfast
And they take off your head
A sparrow on Pinocchio's hard on
On your heart