The Child from Sleeping Mind by Leigham Fitzpatrick

You picked up a child
off the street corner one night
Took them to your home
where you turned out the light
They lay next to you
and asked why you cried
But you wouldn't give an answer
No, you wouldn't give an answer

Now they're standing next to you
and they don't know what to do
And they don't know how to say
goodbye and stay away
And their eyes are asking questions
but their lips are pressed tight shut
'Cause they know, yes they know
that you won't give any answer
Oh they know, yes they they know
that you won't give any answer

And they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they're building up
Yes they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they're too much

But they'll keep on
standing next to you
Winter autumn summer spring
they swear they won't give up
But it's getting older now
the game you play all day
And their eyes are asking questions
and their lips they open and shut

'Cause they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they've built up
Yes they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they're too much
Oh they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they've built up
Yes they're shaking, they're breaking
the questions they're too much

You picked up the child
off the street corner last night
Took them to your home
where they turned out the light
You lay next to them
and you asked why they cried
But they wouldn't give an answer, no matter how you tried
No they wouldn't give an answer, no matter how you tried
They wouldn't give an answer, no matter how you tried

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• blues
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• New Zealand