Spread the rumors, JuliaHe's going out of his mindGrammar's going blindIt hurts them both to seeTears, the cures of sore eyesThat stare at clouds all their livesI trade in rain shadowsTo see a sunny dayLeave me and motherOh, leave me and motherI'll have family in our two-family homeAnd that much is all we've knownA little less is all we ownWe are just little threadsWe are just little threadsSpace, the room, earth, the bedA woman sewing usFor the infant universeShe wants no more thoughtsAnd no more drugsMoney or religionShe's tired of being aloneShe's tired of friendsAnd their coincidencesLeave me and mother aloneI'll have family in our two-family homeNot much is all we've knownA little less is all we ownAnd I'll have family in our two-family homeThis happens when the kingDoesn't get enough sleepKnows what's wrong, what can helpWhat is happeningThis happens when the kingDoesn't get enough sleepKnows what's wrong, what can helpWhat is happening?This happens when the king doesn't get enough sleepNo one's wrong but can't helpWhat is happening?