Wooden Stars clouds

Are you sad?
Breaking up is very hard and sad
What's in your heart?
Your mother likes the winter, and so do I
I lay my gun at the bank of the river
Look who's crying now
I rinse my eyes in the filthy water
I shot the shapes in the clouds
I was at your show
The tom-toms thumping made me spill my drink
Are you sad?
The only use for a dead man:
To hold up the earth for the living