Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light   Shading my eyes from the morning sun   I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes   The way I saw the world when I was young      Sleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gun   Sleeping with a gun under my pillow      Sometimes it gets lonely, being valiantly alone   Sometimes I wish I was there with you   I get sad just thinking of all the little things   I never ever had the heart to do      Sleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gun   Sleeping with a gun under my pillow      If I looked out of a different window   Would the snow still fall as beautiful?