Oh, little one, I know you've been tired for a long, long time

And oh little one I ain't been around for a little while

But when you see me, wave.

Oh, little one, your hemingway jawline looks just like his

Our father in exile

For god only knows how many years

But when you see him, wave

Through double-pane

I'll be with you lost boys

Sneaking out where the shivers won't find you.

Oh little one I'd tell you good news that I don't believe

If it would help you sleep

Strange mercy.

If I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you up

No I i don't know what

If I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you up.

I'll be with you lost boys

Sneaking out where the shivers won't find you.