Crosses and pictures mend my sloppy mind Came out of the sunlight back to sinking time Turn around I see the light I used to know People come and go People come and go People come and go You know they come, and then they go Knowledge is the season for knowing when and why Balances and reasons keep me from the fire And every time I'm placed within a perfect row People come and go People come and go People come and go You know they come, and then they go Fire can be friendly, raising perfect pain Burning off tomorrow and yesterday the same To always be so weak and never want to know You know we come and go You know we come and go You know we come and go You know we come, and then we go...