[Intro]
Who would've known?
Who would've known?
Who would've known?
Who would've known?
Who would've known?
Who would've known?

[Verse 1]
To the lips of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast to an island that's slowly sinking

[Chorus]
And I can almost, hear you crying
Hear you crying
Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?
Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?

[Verse 2]
And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips
Only to erase the memories
And to laugh when I think what my father did
[Bridge]
She sits
She waits
She toasts her prayers
Not speaks of them
She toasts her prayers
Not speaks of them

[Outro]
Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?
Momma, you are killing yourself
Momma, what can I do?
She sits
She waits
She sits
She waits