My mom died in the last springtime
And dad is buried since I was born
I have no more time for my child jokes
My best friend works all day and he smokes
And I'll never look into
And I'll never look into
His eyes again
His eyes again, my love

Isn't it an eighties band song?
If it's not I'm trying to make it real
My infancy spirit died on the mirror
Shyness, sickness and cheap terror
And the child has been lost
And the child has been lost
Inside of me
Inside of me, my love

No jokes today
No milk today
No cartoons today
No child today