You seem to be, much older than me,
With my fingers I trace,
All the lines in your face.

I'll be your lover for the better of an hour,
But I can't be your baby.
I can't be your baby.

Buttoned coat and, broken home,
Side by side but, still alone.

I'll be your lover for the better of an hour,
But I can't be your baby.
I can't be your baby.

Can't be your baby,
I can't be your baby.