The children are dreaming away.
They crouch in the next room,
the night is sorrow and wind.
I left their father years ago.
They crouch in the next room,
they take all I have.
I left their father years ago.
Silence is an old address.
They take all I have,
closed eyes and a heavy tongue.
Silence is an old address,
I keep secrets from everyone I love,
closed eyes and a heavy tongue,
so they will not leave me.
I keep secrets from everyone I love,
they give me gifts I do not deserve.
So they will not leave me
I make a trail. Only I know the way.
They give me gifts I do not deserve,
what am I to do with them all?
I make a trail, only I know the way.
I feed them with words, stitch them in tears,
what am I to do with them all?
I hoard what I can.
I feed them with words, stitch them in tears.
The night is sorrow and wind.
I hoard what I can.
The children are dreaming away.