The Craft [1996] (movie) - Sick Child lyrics

And I know I never knew you Your mind your pain I will melt your winter tears If you say you will If you could say you will Convalescing bruised I set my mind awake Dare to take another look If you say you will If you could say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon Losing track of word and metre Still shaking in this tear room Like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled Like a sick child Melancholia colliding out of mind In a silver swirl I take a lungful in Blow a fistful out if you could say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon Losing track of word and metre Make your final touch people talk too much Madman screams an unknown language Still shaking in the tear room Like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled Like a sick child