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 dont 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    Dont look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers    Theyll turn you back and get you blue its true    Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing    If someone elses game    Shes a notion away relaxing in New English gardens    Pushing up the daisy chains