Text: Dispatch. Silent Steeples. Born Normal.

born a normal child, but the dream it didn't last long someone do somethign, don't turn in disgust would you hold him down, my god why does he hang on calling back to my friend can he hear us- can he hear us look him in the eyes won't you write me again, won't you say this is the end eight years gone by wanted to scream but he could not cry suffer he so gallantly he says, you have no idea what it's like to be me I'm not saying that I do I just wish that something was different I just wish that something was different I'm not saying that I do someone was different what punishment is this so hide your indifference away what did he do lord to recieve all this clench your muscles hard my son do what you must do and was it a narrow miss look him in the eyes can he hear us can he hear us calling back to my friend won't you write me again, won't you say this is the end [CHORUS] away yes I hear you I have all ideas in the world away yes I hear you I have all ideas in the world away yes I hear you I have all ideas in the world away yes I hear you I have all ideas in the world