Texty: Joan As Policewoman. To Survive. To survive.

sleep now, little one
I'll sing to you, little one
there's no one here
who means you any harm
little one
I know what it means to be sad
it never goes
so learn to hold it close
as a friend
'cause we never know how much we can take
before we break
the spell in our
haunted house

I've never felt alone
like I do now, this moment
I don't belong here at all
must find the spark to go on

little one
'cause I owe it to us

to tend the fire
and fend off fear
the fear in me
so near to me
it never goes
so learn to let it in
like the rain
'caause we never know
how much we can take
before the storm breaks
the storm of our wild design

I've never felt this way
or maybe I do everyday
what is this gift to be alive?
must find the spark,
the spark to survive.