Under the carport that has no spring 

Cement floors where the creatures ring 

And your mother she never calls 

Says you're the cause of all her pain 

But all these things don't carry camelot 

Through the betrayed all these things 

Don't hold form with a stout cord and chain 

You are out of sorts and ready to retire 

On the brink of my answer i fell asleep 

For a little while