This Door is a Penthouse

Lyrics

My mother said the breezes on our backs We've got to get him to a doctor We've to get him on his way and home again We're all alone now we're all alone here Up to our necks in pigment The trees worth climbing in my town They broke arms and chopped you down But I'm not ready yet We're all alone now we're all alone here Up to our necks in pigment The trees worth climbing in my town They broke arms and chopped you down But I'm not ready yet The breezes on our backs