Child Lyrics

I could go wherever

Watching your hands move

Miss our talks about the weather

How you neatly you butter your bread

It's getting colder

Rotten fruit on the counter

You're both getting older

Kill the flies in the kitchen

Still wait for your hand on my shoulder

I could go wherever

Listening to you through the wall

Smells not at all like home around here

And rain the most dependable of all

It's getting colder

And while we're all getting older

I feel like a child

Your child