Doldrums (Atlas Sound)

Taking in the doldrums How could we foresee Terrible addictions Houses that were out of reach For me, for me Hey you got a story, Would you trade with mine? Stubborn paths to glory Always two inches behind Behind Hey there is a story, No one likes to tell Yeah, it is the story Of a little boy Who went to hell If you have no reason To come here again I may never see you Remember your friend Your friend