Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Someday yet, he'll begin his life again Whispering hands, gently lead him away Him away, him away... 