Spring of Drowned Child Lyrics


The new national pastime

Watching them worry themselves to death

As they wait in line, the long line

What do you do when she thinks she's gone

What do you do when she thinks she's gone again

They're dropping

Who's next

They don't think anythings wrong

She thinks she's dropping

Don't call

Don't call again

Don't leave, she thinks you died

Don't leave, she thinks she died

Worry myself to death

It's a long way to go