The Ballad of Helen Keller & Rip Van Winkle (The Moldy Peaches)

Burn it all up Hanging in the street Enlightenment Whining mercy me Take my hand now love Down the stairs your father walks I will lead the way His hair is falling gray Leave them behind Run into the sea Don't make a sound Twitching silently Take my hand now love Down the stairs your father walks I will lead the way His hair is falling gray No matter what they say I can make you stay.