Amberina Larg - 5 Digits Lyrics

I could have more than five digits
In my account and still we'd never talk,
I'm protecting all five minutes
That we spend on Christmas
When you call our mum, not dad, nor me
Take us to the moon in cardboard
Is there time to be a better child?
Mum is waiting in the kitchen, father's out, and I am all alone
Mama knows how hard i try to
Make me want to be more like you,
And I was just 5 doing fine, acting
As your shadow,
Now your a line with no end one to complete your circle,
Hair in my eye and the itch in my throat and fly in my soup or the chill in the breeze,
Mama knows how hard I try to
Make me want to be more like you,
Treat her better, theres still time
Five more digits, till we talk
Five more digits till we talk.