Baby Brains
Is going insane
In a cloister
Far from a
Border town
Baby Brains
Reads
Wind in the Willows
Just like her mother
Used to
She's the ghost
In her pillow.
Baby Brains
Still believes
In courtly love
Knights and lovely ladies
As the trucks go
Rushing by her.
Baby Brains
Stares in her mirror
And there's no one there
Any more
No one there
At all…