I write whatever’s in your head And i do it with a pen, i borrowed Blue ink and a double sorrow I go carefully, choose The rabbit and the goose From the box in the kitchen Oh, that's where you put all your little animals Your wild stroking lies, your ideas And all of your fantasias And i take all my underwear Make sure i dont forget All the good times Should fit them right there in the distance Red boots, black hair and a look A mutual empty gaze Considering the pros of this once tempted break-in Oh oh your wild stroking lies, your ideas And all of your fantasias Maybe they dont understand i am leaving with my guitar in hands You close the door as soon as i step out, step out, step out, step out, step out Step out of your nice flat Glad, glad, i saw you glad or at least you look as if you were Glad, but me i cant oh oh me, i cant but turn back...
