Lindsey Nolan Lullaby No. 51
Believe that I'm sorry
For what you've become
Your body so frail
With your nicotine blood
As it warmed up your bones
And set fire to your lungs
You were given the date
When you'd burn like the sun
Now there's no kind of right way
To go about
What the doctors are saying
But we'll figure this out
You're screaming
I am, I am, I am too
Young, young, young
I can punch at the drywall
And scream at your chest
In anger and madness
If this is my test
Then where is our God?
I've a wavering faith
As they're pumping that poison
Deep through your veins
And if you're given tomorrow
Make it through the next night
It gets tiresome and lonely
Don't you dare close your eyes
Fire, Fire, Fire in your
Lungs, lungs, lungs
I see
Fire, Fire, Fire in your
Lungs, lungs, lungs
Where is our God?
You are too young
You were given the date
When you'd burn like the sun
Where is our God?
You are too young
You were given the date
When you'd burn like the sun
(Look at that pretty)
(There you go)
(You'll have to tell mummy)
(That's right sweetheart)
I'm estranged to endings
I retreat like the Saints
Where's the good in pretending
If it takes all my strength
And my voice seems so hollow
As it follows you home
I'll see you in the shadows
At the end of the road
(Lindsey)
(Pretty girl)
(Here look at Nana)
