You're not her. Though I try to see you differently. I towed the line, you see. I'm searching for what used to be mine, oh. And I saw your eyes. And I saw Alice staring back at me.
You're just a small bump unborn. In four months you're brought to life. Might be left with my hair. But you'll have your mother's eyes. . I'll hold your body in my hands.
I can taste salt water. And if I blink again. You'll be sinking in. So we'll learn to swim in the oceans you made. I hold you and you think of him. And pretty soon you'll be floating away.