Chip away, I'm not okay, so I chip away   Poked a hole right into myself   And inside I found someone   Said I was okay, still I don't feel easy      On this tree among the blossoms   Caustically I am the thorn   Close my eyes to take up spare time   I wish I just could be where the crowd goes   With the crowd they must be going somewhere      Up from the catacombs I ran into the angel again   He took the high road and I took the low road   We both were dirty faces, we both were dirty faces      I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy   I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy   No, no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah