Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again, ain't that familiar. Oh, dark grin, he can't help when he's happy, looks insane, yeah. Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah. Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again. Life again, life again. Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything. Oh, feelin', understands the weather or that winters on its way. Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away. 8b8Wi6s.