I can't count

And I can't think straight

I lost you this afternoon

Now it's raining, so I think I'll sleep in late

I can't think of anything to do



And I could say I'm not afraid

But you'll find out anyway



Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip

I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet

Just a singing boy whose songs were worn like zippered scars

Waiting to be born

(Waiting to be born)

(Waiting to be)



All the doctors and all the medicine

Insurance men keep you alive

All the times I should have been there

Keeping hope above your bed at night



So when I tell you I'm not alone

I'm just pretending someone else is home



Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip

I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet

Just a singing boy whose songs were worn like zippered scars

Waiting to be born



Waiting to be born

Waiting to be born

Waiting to be born

Waiting to be born



Sorry vampire