He said just to let him go No ropes attached This is how he wants it This is how we want it? Im holding back my tears My throat is dirt The four of us Time to discuss What will we do in thirty years Is it this weather? Have the clouds ran down inside your head? Soaked in cynicism You dry me up The time is always green The eyes all squint It comes out red and blistered Screaming for completion When time stares back Let the sun kill you When time stares back Let your son live you Take care Take care of me Take care Take care of me Take care of me Take care of me Take care of me