At the doorstep, it hung vertical No one noticed Cold like icicles Then a tall man cut down the string and set it free He cut another down and set it free He cut another down He cut so hard, he screamed In the closet picking clothes for me Nothing pink, though It won't fit the theme Then a pale man looked sad and had them close my eyes He cut another down, and it was me He cut another down Hunger, it beats you to the line Its teeth are chattering That little beat skips out of time So simple and cold He cut another down, and it was me He cut another down
At the doorstep, it hung vertical No one noticed Cold like icicles Then a tall man cut down the string and set it free He cut another down and set it free He cut another down He cut so hard, he screamed In the closet picking clothes for me Nothing pink, though It won't fit the theme Then a pale man looked sad and had them close my eyes He cut another down, and it was me He cut another down Hunger, it beats you to the line Its teeth are chattering That little beat skips out of time So simple and cold He cut another down, and it was me He cut another down
