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Oh, Hansel dear, the breadcrumbs haven’t worked at all
As we slept the woods were eaten by a city wide and tall
And all those candy houses bear our story on repeat
And birds lay flattened in moon-shone patches all along the streets
Brother, I still wonder
I’ve become but skin and bone
Have I simply followed you too far
My pockets weighed with stones?
Oh, Hansel dear, the breadcrumbs haven’t worked at all
As we slept they were swept and packed for market at a price we can’t afford
And all those sugar-coated chimneys with their sweet smelling plumes
I knocked on every single door today and everyone refused me
Brother, I still wonder
I’ve become but skin and bone
Have I simply followed you too far
My pockets weighed with stones?
Oh, Hansel dear, the breadcrumbs haven’t worked at all
And I keep hearing ‘cross the pebble-peppered cul-de-sacs the warning of the woodcutter calling
Don’t bite to taste the hand that offers you a meal,
A meal through the cage
Well, that is how it was always told to me when I was just your age
Brother, I still wonder
I've become but skin and bone
Have I let my hands sleep too long inside
My pockets full of stones?
Brother, I still wonder
I’ve become but skin and bone
Have I simply followed you too far
My pockets weighed with stones?
