She brings. Her friends. So we won't have. To be alone. A fear. That I might. Loose composer. Without warning. I am a child of fire. I am a liar. I have desire. But I was born inside. The sun this morning. This dirty life of mine. Is hangin' me up. Aall the time. This dirty life. Is just a hanging tree. This dirty life of mine. Is hangin' me up. All the time. This dirty life. Is just a haning tree. They say good evening. When they don't know. What to say. And they say good morning. We wish you would go home. You open windows. And you wait for someone. Warm to come inside. And then you freeze. To death alone. (Chorus). You call the waittress. But it's time for her to go. And shit I know. Everyone eventually leaving. But I got a pair of wings. For my birthday. And I will fall down. Through the sun. This evening. (Chorus)