| abstract | - Tykes who feast but do not pray Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains Build them a house and they leave like geese Travel in the night like a pearl thief Believe in ghosts and set them free Bury your heart, don’t shake that sheet Give your teeth to the crocodile cave Under my wings and on my head Twisting heads with the sounds of change Change so often they’ll be dead Kissing the people that you’ll all burn Trusting your friends without thinking best Leaving yourself to kill your grief Rooms can be lonely, but that don’t mean I want a son who can float and fly I’ll take a daughter who laughs and cries When you are home you can do as you please Some have homes in falling trees One day our homes will all fall down One day your body will be in the ground When I wonder I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious When I wonder, when ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend? When I wonder I often sit wondering, my brain gets so delirious When I wonder, when ghosts from other places come and meet me do I know that they’re a friend? Time to feast, don’t wait to play Each kill he hung for peeking day Off in the dust where they feel like kings Some got hurt and some did sing I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who will win I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder Wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who will win Bad feelings I know Good silence means we're home Fickle Cycle
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