Love Child

You're never there
When the phone rings
I can hear something
No-one answering
I cover my ears
And I cover my eyes
But I still know:
The reasons are clear
The time is approaching
For us to go

Love child
Daddy's gone crazy
Mummy's gone wild
Love child
It's in the blood
Your sixtie's style

When the phone rings
I have to go
I've got to answer
I have to know
I have to talk to people
Who can barely stand
I have to crawl with people
Who prefer their hands
You're never there
When the phone rings
You're never there