Oliver You kicked a hole through my heart And left me with the whistling sound As the wind blows through With duct tape And an open bag, I covered it up And put back on my sweater So I look the same But I'm a little different now
(chorus) I might look the same I might look the same But I'm a little different now Now
Oliver You ripped the smile off my face And fed it to the winter birds Why wicked boy
Oliver You are my blackness, Oliver You are my lightness My defestator