The clouds drew dark as I rolled in I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him He said "aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts" If being alone is completely lost then I guess I am The storms carried me home, over parades The people caught colds, from the pouring rain When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order This painting's ready for it At the age of six is when I started talking At the age of ten is when I started walking They told me I would never get to fully express myself And any place that I wanted to go I could only go in my mind, so... The storms carried me home, over parades The people caught colds, from the pouring rain When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order This painting's ready for it And I'll take the hands that gently sweeps across the planes of your physique Retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode The planes always pa** my body and cast the darkest shadow If I told you where I was heading, you still wouldn't follow The storms carried me home, over parades The people caught colds, from the pouring rain When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order This paintings never framed us together I'm missing from your pictures these days