Pull up the sleeve collect the change 
And make it add up 
Bring back everything you need 
You never move just stand around and count the peasants 
Cherrys falling from the trees 
And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven 
Poor child don't stop here 
This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and years of aching 
Cut the rope and drift away 
You must believe or make the curtain fall together 
Down the alley in the breeze 
Don't look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers 
They'll turn you back and get you blue it's true 
Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing 
If someone elses game 
She's a notion away relaxing in New English gardens 
Pushing up the daisy chains