Lyrics
Sorry darlin’
Live in a cupboard
Baby is crying
There’s no room for her
With hands folded up in the air
A rainbow colored key
Imaginary sympathetic ear
There’s no time to think
Make a run for it
Waters on the ground
Not much can be done
The hound or the hare
Is anyone there
Will it all be sorted out
Feel a bit confused today
Do you ever get that way
You feel a bit confused today
Do you ever get that way
It’s all been sorted
In the afterword
Baby’s crying
No one’s listening
No time think
In the afterword
Someone’s singing
Twisted laments
No time to think
In the afterword
Baby’s crying
Twisted laments
No time to think
In the afterword
Someone’s singing
No one’s listening
No time to think
In the afterword