You hang around for a living,
Somewhere between all the land and the sky.
Being by never forgiving,
Nobody knows you and neither do i.

I’d sing you a song when we’re all alone,
I may imagine you heard and you knew.
You wouldn’t care for me anyway,
your eyes to the sky as it all fades to blue.


You hang around for a living,
Blown in the wind like a pinned butterfly.
Being with out ever living,
Some of us wonder if you want to die.

Do you want to die?

How i wonder, ever wonder.