Pierre

Pierre

You're not lone

Say, I hope you understand

Pierre

You're my friend

There's a place you can call home

Those eyes

Tell me something's odd

You're there, but you're not here

You understand

You care

It might not look this way

Couldn't be less true

You understand

Pierre

You're not lone

Say, I hope you understand

Pierre

You're my friend

There's a place you still call home

My friend

You have a vivid quill

A gift you need to use

To feel alive

Those hands

Look like crooked roots

Pour them the right stuff

And feel alive