"Freezin', Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again. Oh, feelin', Maybe he'll see a little better set of days, ooh, yeah. Oh, hand out, Faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ooh, yeah. Oh, dark grin, He can't help, when he's happy he looks insane, hm, yeah.Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away (Ooh) Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again Life again, life again."