I sit back on the edge of the outside
Not a care as I take in the view
Broken now I've lost all of my allies
Try to be perfect image of you
Dead wood on the sea in winter
Fresh holes in the sea of me
When I'm down I know I have a sense of
As a child what I wanted to be
As a child what I wanted to be
As a child what I wanted to be
As a child what I wanted to be
As a child what I wanted to be
And I see you
Wanna be you
Can't complete you
So I feed you
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes
Fresh holes are happy homes