[Verse 1]
Well I know, you don't know the reason
And it's cold, a sign of the season
'cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling
[Chorus]
Yeah, well I'll be better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I'm off for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
[Verse 2]
Well it's gone and it's not returning
And your clothes and pictures are burning
'cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling
[Chorus]