it s not here at all i cannot recall the game i played when i was young without your little face to put me back into place i played good but i can t believe that i won the weight of my stare i cannot repair as i watch you grab for the light let your innocence rain for one last refrain before i kiss your face goodnight old mr crow tell me what you know when to steal and when to dive one day my little man won t fit in my hands take the slack that i ve left behind i can t say i planned it i flew forever just to land it my religious devotion i can t pretend to understand it everybody has a notion but someday you will know who i am my little man death says hello are you ready to go well i was ready at 21 but now the truth is too old and i know too much i can t go yet without my son my little man i love you so much i m gonna let you sleep tonight but i want you to know every time that i go that it s me at the end of the knife  i can t say i planned it i flew forever just to land it my religious devotion i can t pretend to understand it everybody has a notion but someday you will know who i am my little man