There is nothing in me that you can't take away
I'm as dead as the water in a dried up lake

Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well
The cellar door's blown to bits, i keep my cool knowing it well, knowing it well

Inside the sea we go, a million things i wish i'd said have been and gone, they're lost
We paint our world apart, we're closing up, we think we've got it all worked out, but we don't

Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well
The cellar door's blown to bits i keep my cool knowing it well, knowing it well
Knowing it well