Such a boy, always smarter than me, He fell down like a stone and retired to the sea. He had a vision that he was miles from home. He had the sun kill the moon So he could die alone. Say the right thing, dig into your purse for your medicine. I had no way to know that you were sick like that, Stabbed in the back with a twisted wing. Point your gun towards the ground, Heavy as a heart sinking down. Turn your secrets into sound, Heavy as a heard sinking down.