when your on your own
when your at the fork in
We were occupied
I never had to go outside
I was your
I get so blind, from all of these colours.
Dressed up
We were occupied
And never had to go outside
I was your
It's mothers birthday,she's forty years.
And I don't know what to
Don't you want to get to know me well
Don't lie
All they know is to photograph
People when they're on their
I don't mean to get into your dreams
But you seem
I don't need to be forgiven
And I don't want your
A child is bornA life beginsTo take and hurtA precious
I'm alone in this life
And these old jeans are too
I don't know why the winter's so long
It wears me