wet little tears running down, down the edge of her window
wet little tears dripping down, down the end of her red red nose
and she's caught in that ebb and tide
dragged and tossed through the spinning ride
and the moment her tears have dried
her stomach sick
the thought of it
cold little hands holding tight to the thread of their senses
cold little feet walking right past their feeble defences
and she's caught in that ebb and tide
dragged and tossed through the spinning ride
and the moment her tears have dried
her stomach sick
the thought of it
this hole will stand
as empty as a drum
the frozen ground
will soon be over run
let it rain, let it pour,
broken windows, flooded floors
let it rain, let it pour
raw little voice crying out but there’s none that have found her
raw little cry turns to shout at the emptiness round her
and she's caught in that ebb and tide
dragged and tossed through the spinning ride
and the moment her tears have dried
her stomach sick
the thought of it
this hole will stand
as empty as a drum
the frozen ground
will soon be over run
let it rain, let it pour,
broken windows, flooded floors
let it rain, let it pour
numb little feet that are bound in the net where they caught her
numb little toes slipping out of the cold icy water
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