Текст песни Cradle - Paris Paloma

They say skin on skin helps babies bond
Did you hold me wrong?
I don't think you did
Was I always like this?
I don't think I can love like anybody wants

So crave something you hate
Touch me right
It's too late
I don't understand, no one holds my hand
Like she used to

You said you'd love me to death
But now that death's come
Has it come to an end
All of your love for me?

I'm craving, just aching
To be carried upstairs to bed
To be a child
To be looked after right
To be small enough to be cradled again

The only thing that holds me now
Like she used to, is thе ground
As I lay among those that the crossed thе cradles to me
And I could fall into the earth to fit
And I could be without

You said you'd love me to death
But now that death's come
Has it come to an end
All of your love for me?

I'm craving, just aching
To be carried upstairs to bed
To be a child
To be looked after right
To be small enough to be cradled again