Such a boy, always smarter than me,
He fell down like a stone and retired to the sea.
He had a vision that he was miles from home.
He had the sun kill the moon
So he could die alone.

Say the right thing, dig into your purse for your medicine.
I had no way to know that you were sick like that,
Stabbed in the back with a twisted wing.

Point your gun towards the ground,
Heavy as a heart sinking down.
Turn your secrets into sound,
Heavy as a heard sinking down.