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.