Cub Lyrics

One afternoon on the train
There was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass
With his face and hands

Let's look for things to do
He said, "I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter"
"Or can you curl your tongue like this?"
"I can."

Curiosity clings
It's a roof weather tight
For this only son He's buried in himself while
The world goes up for sale

Sitting beside him
It's like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
And conquering grows futile

While the world's for sale
He's buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Not nearly 3 feet tall

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