Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light, Shading my eyes from the morning sun. I just wish that I could still See the world sometimes The way I saw the world when I was young. Sleeping with a gun, Sleeping with a gun, Sleeping with a gun under my pillow. Sometimes it gets lonely Being valiantly alone. Sometimes I wish I was there with you. I get sad just thinking Of all the little things I never ever had the heart to do. Sleeping with a gun, Sleeping with a gun, Sleeping with a gun under my pillow. If I looked out of a Different window would the Snow still fall as beautiful?