And you take me
And you throw me up and over
The garden wall
And you take me
And you throw me up and over
Like you know
What's holy
Like you know
What's good for me
Cold and frozen eyes
Cold and orthodox
Old religion
Never been part of this bright-eyed world
And you make me
Walk the city streets all winter
Looking for a home
And you make me
Walk the city streets all winter
Like you know
What's holy
Like you know
What's good for me
Cold and frozen eyes
Cold and orthodox
Old religion
Never been part of this bright-eyed world
