the lights will shine on Eleanor one day
when all things piety and fake
and there is no shine to light your darkest day
all the (?) were happiness and gray
and no we can't just drink this all away
there's going to be better days they say
with your father beating down upon your head
reminded of the stupid things you've read
there's gonna be better days you said
and its slow under the water and its slow under our pale skin
and its slow under the faucet, so slow you couldn't have caught it, caught it.