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...