Poor Boy - Blind Pilot

Poor boy

Why don’t you try getting water?

Poor boy

Why don’t you try getting sleep?

I think if one of us is going to suffer

Why shouldn’t it be me?

Poor boy

Your wife is in hard labor

The rhythm you know

Is pulsing and drifting to the grave

When you come to

You’ll be asking yourself just one question

Was I always this way?

Was I always this way?

Think back a year

When everything stood at the surface

But bandage you cuts cause you don’t know what swims underneath

Hold tight

The bondage of this life is slipping

Why shouldn’t it be me?

Why shouldn’t it be me?

When I come back

You’ll be the brightest star

In the black

When there are days

That you want the call we’re all waiting for

Think back

Poor boy

Your wife is in hard labor

Go buy the flowers you’ll leave on its grave

You went with the goal of movement

Now one thing is different:

You don’t want to change

I don’t want to change