if you hide; the kid inside
the more you live; the more he dies
that's the cost of livin'
'cause what you lost was all you had
i'll close my eyes and try to understand
all there's left of my rock's a grain of sand
and all the time it disappears
i close my mouth around the bait
i'm a goldfish on a table
believing things that isn't true
there's a kid inside of you
and you don't hear him crying
i'll close my eyes and try to understand
all there's left of my rock's a grain of sand
and all the time it disappears
i guess it does; it's this time a year
all the time just disappears
i guess it does; it's this time a year
and down the throat next year slips