Carry The Blame
What would he look like, who would he talk like, |
Would he have your eyes ? |
Would she have your smile, gentle and so kind, |
Would she tell me lies ? |
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I hide my head in the sand |
Escape, and wash my hands, but I'm not clean |
Something screems at me on the day you should have been |
Are we hopelessly inside ? |
Relentless we remain. I hear my name |
Read out to me the day you should have been. |
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Each day I carry the blame. |
Cover the cost. |
Of those children whose names, |
Forever are lost |
We must be guilty of murder. |
Measure my words |
Of babies whose crying |
Will never be heard. |
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What would he look like, who would he talk like, |
Would he have your eyes ? |
Would she have your smile, gentle and so kind, |
Would she tell me lies ? |
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I'm losing my appetite, I cry through my dreams |
I can't stop thinking to myself, |
I wonder what should have been |
... oh what should have been ? |
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Each day I carry the blame. |
Cover the cost. |
Of those children whose names, |
Forever are lost |
We must be guilty of murder. |
Measure my words |
Of babies whose crying |
Will never be heard. |