Lyrics The New Sane Scramble - Jana Hunter

This halo is a joke
A little hoax
For parting ghosts
My momma told me so
She's dead
She ought to know

And if you see me
Walking down
Your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies
Trying to breathe

This cradle is a tomb
An everlasting sense of doom
My momma's in her room
She's dead
She died too soon

And if you see me
Crawling out
Of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can save me