Hand me down your starlight with a warm winter tan
Trade in your past legs for ones that can stand
Where's that peacock strut that used to rainbow burn
Your face with cloudy sight and dulling taste to squirm
Old ghosts for eyes
Soul poured out dry
Where is your prize?
Immunity with sincerity- sadness
Laid bare when you talk to me (but I don't mind)
Immunity with sincerity (you've got)
Sadness in immunity

(You better) turn, turn, turn, turn it around

It's just one solution numb it while you can
I'll rename (it) with my trembling hand
Vanish like a smile and just admit the crime
Take away the pressure and (I) have nothing left to fight