The city took our constellations
The lights take simple pleasures from me
Doing dot-to-dot, counting shapes and getting lost
Woken by nightmares of bloodclots
Taking another's heart
Tearing a twosome in half
When five becomes three
Three becomes two
Two becomes one
You'd better run
When your mother's sick and helpless
Will you find it in yourself to forgive?
When your mother's sick and helpless
Will the end of bygones begin?
Problems won't fix themselves
Holes won't fill on their own
Recorded conversations
Fingers ready at 999
A lie, a visit and a sigh
When five becomes three
Three becomes two
Two becomes one
You'd better run
When your mother's sick and helpless
Will you find it in yourself to forgive?
When your mother's sick and helpless
Will the end of bygones begin?