With your reckless wisdom   And your arms baking    With your eyes brittle    And your heart of stone    Well I think I see a weasel    Come climbin' off the floor    Since they say my baby left the door    With your key all broken    And your face a-flutter    With your spare ribs groaning    And you're panic-stricken    What's that you're wearing?    I feel you in my soul    Since the day I turned around    Day I turned around [2x]    With your fingers missing    And your paper dreams