First steps on all fours
I've got hands, they feel like paws
I haven't had school for more than a week
Get an eye full of [?]
I can't get a, can't get a drink
Can't get a drink
She'll leave no stars
Just the feathers and scars
Outside there is a combined town
Inside, a burial, burial ground
A burial ground
But you have one of your welcome
Like a child and a dog
Sing-singular dog
What's the morning for?
What, what, what now
What's the morning for?
The light rushes in
It's our palace of tin
Oh purest pure [?]
No one could know
What coulda, what coulda been
Yeah, what could have been
The best part of all
It's a ghostride that stalls
When a room full of nightingales
Turns to scarecrows
Is that poison ivy or an English, an English rose?
An English rose
But you have one of your welcome
Like a child and a dog
Sing-singular dog
What's the morning for?
What, what, what now
What's the morning for?
Oh soon
Maybe you have been there too
Maybe you'll be there soon
Maybe you have been here too
Maybe you'll be here soon, soon
What's the morning for?
What's the morning for?
Alright, alright, alright...