White rag, still on the line
Ripped in the middle cause the fabric's too fine
Who use to wear it and how did it fall from grace
White rag, awful mistake
It's seven thirty and I'm still awake
I'm so thirsty but I can't find a drink
I can barely think
I feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
Can't work out if I need a cradle or a mummy
White rag, useless to all
Maybe it blew out of an unlocked door
Oh, careless spirit, watch out for what you shall become
White rag, do you want an award
I've been looking at you for minutes and I'm still not bored
You represent everything I apprehend
When all you need's a friend
Well, you feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
Born into this strange world of clowns and dreams and broken scenes
Everything seems cold
When you feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
I can't work out if I need some sleep or somebody
Or to sleep with somebody