Oh little one I know you've been tired for a long long time
And oh little one I ain't been around for a little while but when you see me wave
Oh little one your Hemingway jawline looks just like his
Our father in exile for God only knows how many years
But when you see him wave through double pane
I'll be with you lost boys sneaking out where the shivers won't find you
Oh little one I'll tell you good news that I don't believe if it would help you sleep
Strange Mercy
If I ever meet the dirty police man who roughed you up, no I don't know what
If I ever meet the dirty police man who roughed you up
I'll be with you lost boys sneaking out where the shivers won't find you