First day with the jar, you find everyone lies
First day
My love, wherever you are
Whatever you are, don't lose faith
I
I am a poor freezingly cold soul
So far from where
David, the wind blows
The wind blows
Bits of your life away
Your
Tomorrow, will it really come?
And if it does come
Will I
We hate it when our friends become successful
We hate it
With the world's fate resting on your shoulder
You're gonna need
