Strangenecks - Cultfever

Our chimney puffs a lighter cloud.\nI hear you dont even make a sound.\nOnce I recalled the gall of that one.\nSay on this one we wont we both lose.\nIm a child to lose.\nStone chiseled like a free-standing house.\nFleeting, domestic like a mouse.\nGive us a flake of snow, one or two.\nFall on our walls and keep us stuck too.\nIm a child to lose.\nDont be a performer.\nThe fact is back and warmer anyway.\nSay you would not be troubled at all.\nMake me big when Im small.\nIts such a pain to speak up to you.\nYou were renowned a child with blues.\nWatching those men hang from a noose\nHow could you want me in your shoes?\nIm a child to lose.\nDont be a performer. Its fact that I am warmer anyway.\nSay you would not be troubled at all.\nMake me big when Im small.