4 acessos
Hide in a stork's mouth
Sleep 'til it's dark out
All dressed up holding your receipts for the numbers that you picked
You in a box full of your mistakes and a leaden crucifix
If hearts were all made like they were balls of yarn
Well they've all got the strings that get tugged on your heart
Some are different lengths
Some would be stronger than others
And some would be the colors of your mothers and fathers
Do old structures stand
The same as any older man
A place where something used to live
But in the end just turns cold
Am I a torn up, tattered, worn out piece of fabric
Not suitable to stitch up a rip?
Cause I'd like to be tightly braided
Gold and silver bracelets
The type you'd like to wear round your wrist
As we lay
We start to pray
As we lay
We start to pray