[ Featuring Maia Friedman ]
What weight is this
Laid down on top of me
What way is this
Labored by another name
Oh, they don't care
The winter is on by the spring
Please, don't offer me a chair, man
Put the gloves away, it's bare hands
Choose along the way, to wastelands
Me, alone guarding the baby
No way we'll win
Played like Monopoly
So obstinent
Late for apology
No great escape
Single teardrops from your face
Please, don't operate on stillness
Put those arms away, we're stalemate
Whose alarm we ring, not helping
You, no future for a baby
