When I think about dying
I think about children
And when I think about children
I think about you
And when I think about you
I feel like crying
Crying for my youth

And when I think of my youth
I think of my freedom
And when I think of my freedom
I feel so alone
And when I feel lonely
I want you to hold me
Hold me in your arms

And when I think of your arms
I think about sleeping
Sleeping like a baby
All through the night
And then I think of the night
And I feel like weeping
Weeping for my life

And when I think of my life
I want to be with you
Shoulder to shoulder
When we're waking up
And we're waking up
And we're one day older
And we're making love

And when we make love
I think about children
And I think about dying
Lying in your arms
You want to know why I'm crying
Now you know

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Writer(s): Anais Mitchell