And your chest is caving in, feels like all of your sadness is burrowed. Deep in your lungs, and your standing bent like a willow. And a friend once said that, "I'll always see you tomorrow-o-oh." But tomorrow's gone, and we're face to face in the snow. And Odea why does everybody I know die? And Odea when you're feeling lonesome so am I. And Odea I will bid you farewell if you oblige, but I will never say goodbye. I'll see you on down the line.
And I look in your eyes, and I begin to see-ooo. That, burning flame that binds the darkness inside,