Bandaged in surgeon's bowl
When there is no one
Afraid to mention the deaths
Forget what we already know
A pity pretty pin
And the softness of knowing hurts
All the longing that is
And the softness of knowing hurts
Hang a picture of your heart
A pity pretty pin
Dear head on the wall
A pity pretty pin
Opened up to it all
Dear head on the wall
And the sadness will come
That I can't stuff into my mouth
That I can't stuff into my mouth
