Too steep and relatively cold

Our fathers sandwiched us in holes

We tumbled through our lives

Remarked on infant size

In spite of how it seems

Our hopes had turned to dreams

Paroled by dollar bills and fries

Impartial suicide

Soon your little world will fall apart

Soon the falling sun will make it dark

All the flowers leave

And your heart will follow

Can you now believe

You're as loud as rocks into the sea