Blown in the winds of mischance He would stay but that's not his way What escape for her, she swims in the dark In too deep but still waves "I'm okay and I don't need his name, thank you Mine fits me nicely, mine will do (yeah, mine will do) Unsteady footsteps couldn't walk alone yet He sends a postcard, he says he's in debts Now she's treading water got a back room to let Curses in the backyard, neighbours on the doorstep You must give your child a name some time Well you mean his, and what's wrong with mine? (Yeah, what's wrong with mine) Sometimes she could kill him And sometimes this house gets too small She drives him to distraction To see if he will fall But if the truth were told Which it never is With a family like that Who needs enemies She'd be better on her own You sink her like a stone