Problem child, for the troubled signs you showed me I call you
Problem child, for the messed up lies you told I summon you

Don’t you give up on me, if it’s the final thing you do
Don’t give up on me
Stay inside my head and tell me something real
I’m covering for you

The whispering sounds are closing in
Allow me to drown beneath your skin
The mist colours round the fool I’ve been
Those whispering sounds….

Problem child, through the messy signs of ageing I need you
Problem child, to the promises you made I’ll follow you

Don’t you hold out on me, if it’s the final thing you do
Don’t hold out on me
It’s clear inside my head nothings ever real
I’m covering for you

The whispering sounds are closing in
Allow me to drown beneath your skin
The mist colours round the fool I’ve been
Those whispering sounds….

(© Evans, 2002)