Early morning, little bird
Who stole your ears? Havent you heard?
Nothings gonna change, nothing but the words
It took a while, to feel for real, to shift my style
Hoping for a change, hoping for my child, hoping I wont say:
"The world looks quite sinister to me, mmm"
"The world looks quite sinister to me, child"
Dearest death you aint the one that scares me most, that makes me run
Its what we build down here, right under the sun.
Its burning now, I feel, shhh, smell:
Gasoline!
But what does it mean?
"The world looks quite sinister to me, mmm"
"The world looks quite sinister to me, girl"