I feel a tremor up my side
A body with something to hide
An adult with a lot to lose

How am I supposed to feel
Denied the luxury of time?

Your tiny voice makes me dewy-eyed
A telephone and a place to hide
A paradise when you close your eyes
A study in ink of where stillness lies

How am I supposed to feel
Denied the luxury of time?

How, how, how?
How, how?

How am I supposed to feel
Denied the luxury of time?

I can't work out if I'm making up (How am I supposed to feel)
The feelings that I'm supposеd to feel (Denied the luxury of timе?)

Your tiny voice
Filters up
Through the attic window
It comes in with the sunlight
And I can hear you playing outside
Your tiny voice
Filters through
And I never knew
That love could be so strong
For more than two
Your tiny voice
Filters up
From the street

How, how, how?
How, how?

Your tiny voice
Filters up
Through the attic window
Your weightless cries
Rise with the breeze
They appear like the sunlight
Your tiny voice
Filters through
And I never knew
That love could be so strong
For more than two
Your tiny voice
Filters through
And I never knew
That love could be so strong
For more than two