Wild Orphan Songtext
von Lloyd Cole

You′re standing out in the corridor
Of the worst hotel that you ever dreamed of
A frail linoleum paradise
Where you walk on cash in calloused heels
Oh to count the cost of no return and nowhere
Innocence is lost

You just keep turning, turning wild
My wild orphan child
My orphan child
My orphan wild in the wilderness


And you look a little like Jodie Foster
Twelve years old but your eyes are thirty-five
And that's no joking matter
You′ve got nobody hair and nobody cares
But no you know it all
I can't deny it
Cute with a razor blade in your pocket
Well I don't buy it

And so when I see you smile
It only makes me want to cry
My wild orphan child
My orphan wild in the world

I saw you babe at the Maribel
Feeding oysters from the hard shell
Oh but you′re such a busy girl
You say I know where the real money is found
Inside of a hopelessness and a yearning
Yes and cold is what to be to touch the burning flame
I see