Midnight, when their headlights faded You slipped back to your father's house Burning underneath your clothes As if no man might hold Your pale body down Against the cold, hard ground Oh, We don't get it back Oh, I'm afraid that death's like that ♪ Morning was a long way off You were tired but you couldn't sleep You keep seeing as if from miles away How your body lay Among discarded things Your childhood memory Oh, We don't get it back Oh, I'm afraid death's like that Time has left some burdens Left some secret shames But oh, can it lift that weight Oh, I think it can