Did I judge this wrong? but you had it all you had it all a gift of the gods in your city of gold and you'll piss it all you had it all and what drags the rope you know, or, you don't you had it all gonegonegonegone goinggoinggone the day you moved off the whole village mourned love's no kind of joke or something small and where will you go? there's things you don't know fingers tearing your clothes baby ungrown you had it all gonegonegonegone goinggoinggone and suffering alone your bowl emptied out all your secrets known I welcome your call these walls don't fall.