I used to be son of a [bad word] 
But my mother's quit working 
She said she couldn't get a lover 

But they won't love you more 'cause now you make it for free 
She went home and never let [bad word] in 
The winter is longer outside 
There was a spider in the basement 
There I learnt to see what I just wanna see 

And in the middle of the night 
I join my hands, no matter why 
And in the middle of the night 
You may see me giving birth 
You may see me giving birth 

My babies were all born dead 
'Cause I have made them all alone 
But I have given each on a grave 
Behind a seesaw, in front of a cherry tree 

And in the middle of the night 
I join my hands, no matter why 
And in the middle of the night 
You may see me giving birth 
You may see me giving birth