The Ballad of Helen Keller And Rip Van Winkle - The Moldy Peaches

Burn it all up

Hanging in the street

Enlightenment

Whining mercy me

Take my hand now love

Down the stairs your father walks

I will lead the way

His hair is falling gray

Leave them behind

Run into the sea

Don’t make a sound

Twitching silently

Take my hand now love

Down the stairs your father walks

I will lead the way

His hair is falling gray

No matter what they say

I can make you stay.