So you think you do no harm
I caught you once when you were young
So you think I'd benefit
Well a curse is what you make of it

Oh, I will greet you when
Someone feeds you sin
Like my own
I will need you then
Like an inhalation

Without you I have no doubt
I'd a grown up with an angel's mouth
Now here we are so tightly wound
Catapult this stone to hit the clouds