Our chimney puffs a lighter cloud. I hear you don't even make a sound. Once I recalled the gall of that one. Say on this one we won't we both lose. I'm a child to lose. Stone chiseled like a free-standing house. Fleeting, domestic like a mouse. Give us a flake of snow, one or two. Fall on our walls and keep us stuck too. I'm a child to lose. Don't be a performer. The fact is back and warmer anyway. Say you would not be troubled at all. Make me big when I'm small. It's such a pain to speak up to you. You were renowned a child with blues. Watching those men hang from a noose How could you want me in your shoes? I'm a child to lose. Don't be a performer. It's fact that I am warmer anyway. Say you would not be troubled at all. Make me big when I'm small.