We move more than I would like to gamble
I came with my poor four eyes
Crawling weakly warning my favorite, "Come and lie here
Under my bed or deep under my fingers"

Bent on my hands and knees in times of winding
We lie, it's only when we civilize that worm
For vagrant time we need it
What secret of your knowing is their beginning?

Whoa
Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold
Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home
Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold
Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home

(Wait)
Fortune's to behold, believe it, believe it
His widow's nest is growing cold, cold, cold
Set sail and hide your handiwork, alive you're going home