Every where, fruits or herries, dimes or fairies, tell me where it's empty
Backstories feed the poor, till they're on their own, reach no more
I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
