I drew a picture of the dead girl by the water Her lips were blue, it made the news, she was a toddler I felt so sick hearing the tremble in the father She wandered off, into the moss, Green like his jumper You have no idea how often These things happen I guess it's obvious, eventually it happens You crush a bird between your hands, to know its pain Try to be kind with how you bury its remains But when we collide With Andromeda In 3.75 Billion years She'll be wide awake In another form Indifferent and unafraid That her body's gone I stole pen, BECAUSE it looked just like a finger From the receptionist, in the emergency ward I got a talking to, they said I should know better We really gotta geta smarta way tah teach these kids The way thing's is But when we collide With Andromeda In 3.75 Billion years I'll be wide awake In another form Indifferent and unafraid That my body's gone