O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of
baby
blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed.
Now I
know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead.
My
folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two
now.
Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men
with
all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend.
You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the
kicking one inside of me. I eat fort wo, walk for two, breathe for two
now.
When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in
a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for
the way
he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and
hide
instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk
for
two, breathe for two now.
Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five
months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show
An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave.
The strangest sight there alone they stood,
with skin of green and words no one had heard.
The girl was stronger, the boy was weak,
with her new mother she learned to speak.
And wove a tale of a dying sun, they had left darkness,
a dark world come undone.
They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star.
She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives.
The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain:
Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her
think she'd fallen from the sky?
A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home.
Believing they came from a star.