Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Well, everything's so different now
A scream which fills the air
And haunts the smallest children's sleep upon the floor
Where have they gone?
You hear them say with smiles meant to cry
As they wind a watch wrapped on a wrist
And quickly look away
And four and six have come and gone
Five times before they're seen
And upon the lips of everyone a curse they've never dreamed yeah
Upon the lips of everyone a curse they've never dreamed
It's a complicated situation
It's a complicated situation mama
I'm a complicated situation