I took my sister down to the oceanbut the ocean made me feel stupidthose words of wisdom I had preparedall seemed to vanish into thin airinto the waves I staredI picked up a sea-shell
To illustrate my homelessness
But a crab crawled out of it

Making it useless

And all my metaphors fell flat

Down on the rocks where we sat
She asked where are you at?


But sister, it's the opposite of hallelujah
It's the opposite of being you
You don't know cause it just

Passes right through you
You don't know what I'm going through


You don't know what I'm going through
You don't know what I'm going through
You don't know what I'm going through


We made our way home on the bikes we had borrowed
I still never told you about unstoppable sorrow

You still think I'm someone to look up to
I still don't know anything about you
Is it in you too?


You've got so much to live for, little sister
You've got so much to live for


But sister, it's the opposite of hallelujah
It's the opposite of being you

You don't know cause it just
Passes right through you
You don't know what I'm going through


You don't know what I'm going through
You don't know what I'm going through

You don't know what I'm going through
You don't know what I'm going through