What's my name? I've lost it
in a mane of heathers
and all the morning weathers
where I grew up

So I don't recognize the pictures
I've lost the track of years
that painted me as their emperor;
that pained me as their sufferer

Give me back my fallen kingdom
I'm a succulent of dependance
Please rain on me 'till im overflowing,
that's what i want

I seem to like my clothes wethered
Never before, have they looked better
Always enjoyed my head in the clouds
so it's my fault it's clouded now