Our chimney puffs a lighter cloud I hear you don’t even make a sound Once I recalled the gall of that one Say on this one we won’t we both lose I’m a child to lose Stone chiseled like a free-standing house Fleeting, domestic like a mouse Give us a flake of snow, one or two Fall on our walls and keep us stuck too I’m a child to lose Don’t be a performer The fact is back and warmer anyway Say you would not be troubled at all Make me big when I’m small It’s such a pain to speak up to you You were renowned a child with blues Watching those men hang from a noose How could you want me in your shoes? I’m a child to lose Don’t be a performer. It’s fact that I am warmer anyway Say you would not be troubled at all Make me big when I’m small