Who? Who? Who? Who? He's been dead of wearing gold eyes He's the main not just a body Hold, dear coming home Hold to the road Can fibertees can be sorrowed Dear coming home Till tomorrow Can fibertees can be the sorrow Not be drunk, fired, not been happy I've become a fleaker slowly Watched a point of staring at me As if my burden was not that heavy In the bottom of my eyes Twinkle fading into clouds Don't you see that I'm a shame To be the only one to blame Who? Who is done Now let it go We just can't reach her Me under the sun Hold to the road Hold to the road Can fibertees can be sorrowed Dear coming home Till tomorrow Can fibertees can be sorrowed