Such a boy, always smarter than me, he fell down like a stone and retired to the sea He had a vision that he was miles from home He had the sun kill the moon So he could die alone Say the right thing; dig into your purse for your medicine I had no way to know that you were sick like that Stabbed in the back with a twisted wing Point your gun towards the ground, heavy as a heart sinking down Turn your secrets into sound, heavy as a heard sinking down
