In a river the colour of lead

emerse a baby's head

wrap her up in the News Of The World

dump her on a doorstep, girl

this night has opened my eyes

and I will never sleep again



You kicked and cried like a bullied child

a grown man of twenty-five

he said he'd cure your ills

but he didn't and he never will

so, save your life

because you've only got one



The dream is gone

but the baby is real

oh you did a good thing

she could have been a poet

or, she could have been a fool

oh you did a bad thing

am I'm not happy

and I'm not sad



A shoeless child on a swing

reminds you of your own again

she took away your troubles

oh but then again

she left pain

so, save your life

because you've only got one



The dream is gone

but the baby is real

oh you did a good thing

she could have been a poet

or, she could have been a fool

oh you did a bad thing

am I'm not happy

and I'm not sad