You look so tired
You looked stuffed with cotton
Your childhood is fading
Your skin's looking rotten
Your eyes are sunken like old buried treasure
Lost deep in the ocean
A sweet hidden pleasure
Why do you feel compelled to keep it a secret
It is your duty to tell us your secrets
Cause all that we have to build up our spirits
Are mysteries and stories please tell us we'll listen
There will be no judgements
No shameful discretion
Just self soothing phrases and tongues that touch heaven

Can't you see we're desperate for some inspiration
We're becoming hopeless in this generation
I'm asking you nicely to show us some wisdom
Just descend from heaven and tell us
We're worth something