On the fifty second week I stood by the room

On the fifty second week I was trying to convince myself

That too high was my chin and too thick was my skin

Too high was my chin and too thick was my skin

The dam is cracked and water flows out

Flooding the woods in which I used to hide

On the fifty second week away from you

On the fifty second week I still believed

That too high was my chin and too thick was my skin

Too high was my chin and too thick was my skin

The dam is cracked and water flows out

Flooding the woods in which I used to hide

The trees are gone now, broken twigs and muddy waters

The trees are gone now, broken twigs and muddy waters

The dam is cracked and water flows out

Flooding the woods in which I used to hide