Midnight, when their headlights faded
You slipped back to your father's house
Burning underneath your clothes
As if no man might hold
Your pale body down
Against the cold, hard ground
Oh, We don't get it back
Oh, I'm afraid that death's like that
Morning was a long way off
You were tired but you couldn't sleep
You keep seeing as if from miles away
How your body lay
Among discarded things
Your childhood memory
Oh, We don't get it back
Oh, I'm afraid death's like that
Time has left some burdens
Left some secret shames
But oh, can it lift that weight
Oh, I think it can
