I can't count And I can't think straight I lost you this afternoon Now it's raining, so I think I'll sleep in late I can't think of anything to do And I could say I'm not afraid But you'll find out anyway Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet Just a singing boy whose songs were worn like zippered scars Waiting to be born (Waiting to be born) (Waiting to be) All the doctors and all the medicine Insurance men keep you alive All the times I should have been there Keeping hope above your bed at night So when I tell you I'm not alone I'm just pretending someone else is home Little bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip I was just a bandage when you lost your tourniquet Just a singing boy whose songs were worn like zippered scars Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Sorry vampire