The Hand With Inherited Rings

Her hair is falling out again, you're sitting there and you are wondering,
What to do knowing you can't change a thing
She's gonna force a little smile, buy only after a little while,
Saving strength for some other time.

Back when we saw you not paying attention to us
We didn't care
A crowd of six just sat and stared at our hands

Now every time your telephone rings, You're afraid of the news it brings
Knowing that soon comes the worst
So you offer her company and hold her hand with inherited rings,
Share a bed, and maybe some laughs

Back when we saw you not paying attention to us
We didn't care
A crowd of six just sat and stared at our hands