This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs
On wrinkled arms with nothing but
A stool to hold up his back Skinny legs with Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it Unaware of his surroundings, youth in packs
Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill
The scenic tracks, he's just scared about dying Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it Too bad, too bad, too bad, so sad
Days have come to an end, where all
Where all has been lost Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it, to understand it