The shingle washing my old bones Of woe betides and woe begones With just enough love to go 'round For you who's turning me back on It doesn't make it right or wrong For prisoners of the mind
Of woe begones and woe betides And just enough love to go 'round ♪ And just enough love to go 'round
To you who holds the fireflies (yeah) Pulls them out from the inside A tiny shell left in my hand Sings woe betides and woe begones ♪ With just enough love to go 'round ♪ It's like weed It's like weed
It's like weed A boy on a bike who is running away An empty car in the woods The motor left running (It's like weed) It's like weed It's like weed Empty car with the motor left running ♪ Look, this face, it isn't me Look, this face, it isn't me