there's a line on my shoulder
i don't mind if you'd like to stare
'cause i heard there's trouble on the railway
and i don't mind if you're walking with him
there's a song by my window
brought along by the trouble in you
for i know that all things were hurting
and i don't mind if you're talking to him
because you are strong i wish you had hope
because you belong you keep your eyes open
don't you, don't you want to bring your curtains down
don't you don't you want to burn it all
because you believe all of your systems
because of your grief nothing is sacred
these words are not mine now
all assistance its all a clover
think i know you and your courts are changing
all your records need rearranging
think i know you and your head is reeling
all assistance it seemed so right