Curiosity, Kitten,
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own
...
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don't want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides In the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change

"A Murder Of One"
Counting Crows
August And Everything After