like a child, I'd ride the swings of your mood
and you would ride them too
we touched the sky again and again
but we always fell too soon
like your mother, I held you dear
as we danced through crowds of smoke and beer
and from my carriage drinking golden sun
I calmly watched your home disappear
oh, the lives we live
like a child, I had simple intentions
eating dirt and climbing fences
but you were in it for the sleep
and now you bare false pretenses
like your father, my words would get ugly
they'd send arrows through your ears
but my thoughts reflected false realities
like a path of light controlled by mirrors
