Mother I've lost my way

Oh mother I'm being hunted

By ghosts with pointy beaks

To catch me and wrap me up in their sheets



This is the sharpest place in the world

I get cut every which way I turn

And if somewhere I've lost my way

And if somewhere I lost my way



At night when I think they're asleep

I run out and I hide in a tree

The moon comes up over my head

It taunts me and I long for my bed



This is the sharpest place in the world

I get cut every which way I turn

And if somewhere I've lost my way

And if somewhere I lost my way



This is the sharpest place in the world

I get cut every which way I turn

And if somewhere I've lost my way

And if somewhere I lost my way



This is the sharpest place in the world...