It echoes and it rings false
Little body will be big tomorrow
I wash my hands of it and stay away
For the moment, for the moment
Little body will be hungry tomorrow
Well, I think, fingers crossed
So they'll love them instead of me
A craving that overwhelms me
The less I think, the less I freak out
But once my night is over
Little body will love itself tomorrow
I delegate and watch from afar
For the moment, for the moment
Little body, tomorrow will be enough
Well, I think, fingers crossed
I can't do anything if I'm cold
Inside, my bones chatter
And even if I hug myself
Claws out, I cling
But it melts under my fingers
Water comes in, I don't breathe
Little body will breathe tomorrow
I wash my hands of it and stay away
For the moment, for the moment
Little body, tomorrow, will live well
Well, I think, fingers crossed