Woorden: Cousteau. Sirena. Please Don't Cry.

You bight your lip and kinda frown
You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy
I see it coming cross your brow
See the rain come raging down before me

Please don't cry
Please don't you
cry

I look around to catch your eye,
Fool around so gormless its not funny
Wipe away the storms, my child
If I could, I would,I should I'm sorry

Please don't cry
Please don't you
cry