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