作词 : Kristian Bell
 作曲 : The Wytches
I know it's harder
The length from your shouler
To your hungry eyes,to your bloated mind
The flower of Judah,paints not a picture
But a tasteless life that I abide by
Who love,has taken that razor sharp humor?
That you used to wear in summer weather
Our labour to gather up strangers who grow bitter
From the weight and ties of love combined
With wealth
If you want it
You should just ask for it
When love is now love through all of the broken
Blades of grass that stained your school blouse
When you need it
Don't feel desperate
We all need it
The same as you do
When you need her
Don't just grab her
Aye it's clearer that she don't recognize you at all