The Telescopes - Sadness Pale Lyrics
Sleeping little child, little sleeping little childLittle innocence of debut to your non committal lifeDo you wake up to your anger that you wake up to yourself?Do you think and do you wonder little ordinary child?Mother's gonna help you, baby, mother's gonna tryMother's gonna make you sick ever since your father diedDo you sometimes think about him?Scratch your memories open wideYou can have your revolution now there's no one to defyDressed in second hand, tobacco stained rejections that you buySpilling pockets full of sadness as you kiss the world goodbyeAre you floating in the madness as you step outside your mindYou can have your celebrations, no one cares until you die