III. Urn - Childish Gambino

I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars

Let me hold him in my arms, forever more

These cold nights, the park is ours

Standing, by the side

Don’t ever leave me, my love

Keep holding on, let the modest go As my mind goes to and fro, waking up for one more show

We see him in the night, tell him I’m not afraid of him

I’m not afraid of 'em, cause I won’t know