White rag, still on the linenRipped in the middle cause the fabric's too finenWho use to wear it and how did it fall from gracennWhite rag, awful mistakenIt's seven thirty and I'm still awakenI'm so thirsty but I can't find a drinknnI can barely thinknnI feel just like a babynJust like a babynCan't work out if I need a cradle or a mummynnWhite rag, useless to allnMaybe it blew out of an unlocked doornOh, careless spirit, watch out for what you shall becomennWhite rag, do you want an awardnI've been looking at you for minutes and I'm still not borednYou represent everything I apprehendnnWhen all you need's a friendnnWell, you feel just like a babynJust like a babynBorn into this strange world of clowns and dreams and broken scenesnnEverything seems coldnnWhen you feel just like a babynJust like a babynI can't work out if I need some sleep or somebodynnOr to sleep with somebodyn