If I should fall from the ceiling
Before the place you are kneeling
Don't let me disturb your grieving
Or fill in the space that I'm leaving
And although I deserve this beating
I haven't misplaced my good feelings
From under his cape, he is bleeding
Childish accidents all competing
I believe I deserve this beating
But I haven't misplaced my good feelings
No room for all in this cold early fall
Finish all ways late
No room for all in this cold early fall
Finish all ways late
I'm using all of my patience
Repeating the same conversations
We keep warm inside the station
Unsure which direction I'm facing
And although I deserve this beating
I haven't misplaced my good feelings
No room for all in this cold early fall
Finish all ways late
No room for all in this cold early fall
Finish all ways late
Late