you cringe, you complainnyou sing, sing, that old refrainnthe roof is falling innthe roof is falling inni'm not kiddingnyou can probably feel the windnnno, no, not again (my darling sleep)nput your head on my legs (breathe it in)nit's not time for your untimely end, yet (no sweet release)nno no no no no no no not yetnnyou've got this feeling you'll live to get what you givenyou'll be an old man soon...nnyou wait, you wavernyou think, think, always must considerncause every path's a problemnevery turn is troublenand you'll probably never solve themnso why not love them?nnno no this is not allowed (my darling sleep)nwrap that busy head in sound (breathe it in)nrocking gently inside this (the din be peace)nno, no, no, no, no, no, yes! yes! yes!nnyou've got this feeling you'll live to get what you givenyou'll be an old man soon...ni've got this feeling i'll be an old man soonnni know it's messy but you'll make it rightnyou don't want pity you want pridena king, a lion, a god among men and children who cry when the thunder beginsntheir heads fall to their chests while you watch from a great heightnwith your head highnand your eyes on fire...n