Some leaves brush you like a feather
Mother, where'd it go?
Feeling like without the weather
Lost before it's home
Dreams are seldom like a medal
When you fight like
Money hits you like a hammer
Paying to be poor
Sticks and stones and broken summer
Mother, where'd it go?
Cobwebs hold you like a hammer
Made you fit the cold
Smoke and beams and silence ember
Frankincense and coal
