Come, dear child
I fear your day has been too wild
Just lay down upon my shoulder
I still don't know
Why you've been crying on the phone...
Something about 'alone' and 'older'
I can't read my wrongs there on your list
The kisses that you missed, no I can't see them
You just roll it up again
You just roll it up again
Recently
I had some strange philosophy
Of eat and feed, taking and giving
So I denied
Taking your gift for granted and
Living the life that I'd been living
But I still can't read my wrongs there on your list
The kisses that you missed, no I can't see them
You just roll it up again
You just roll it up again