My life started slow In a town of idle minds Where daydreams filled the space between our simple dramas And my mom was strange But she'd always liked to sew And all my clothes smelled like the room I was born in And my dad was calm, never used two words when one'd do And my brother's hands were mischief bent, with no will to stop 'em And on the whole We lived simply and day-to-day Our fears were trivial They always died with every sunset ♪ When I was twelve My affliction came to light And I was told that some things I heard were only there in my head But I couldn't tell Which were real and which were not And the question loomed over all I did, whether I could trust it (Ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah) And I guess, over time, it became too much And I was sent away at my mom's behest 'Cause she'd grown to fear me ♪ Now, I live up north In the house for the broken heads And my father comes and visits me Whenever he can afford it Sometimes, at night When the voices quiet down I find I hope that I am missed And that they haven't forgot me