She went to fly
like an apple through the sky
She’s cold but she swings
Cause the worm inside her sings
Oh where is my pen
I need a pen
I want to write down that I just lost my friend
She is still the same
Always still the same
Not even ashamed
Of staying that way
I have no idea of what you want
But I feel that it’s not me
I don’t have a clue of what you wanna do
But afterall I feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
Chasing after her
Listening to my heart
Slipping on her stones
I’m falling apart
Not much to stand on
Not much to stand on
Not much to put my hands on
Not much to put my hands on
She is still the same
Always still the same
Not even ashamed
Of staying that way
I have no idea of what you want
But I feel that it’s not me
I don’t have a clue of what you wanna do
But afterall I feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
[..]
Hoping for a puddle
To wash my hands
Sick people are watching me
As if I took a bath
Getting a new hair cut
Shaving very well
Washing my bed sheets
To make them lose her smell
She is still the same
Always still the same
Not even ashamed
Of staying that way
I have no idea of what you want
But I feel that it’s not me
I don’t have a clue of what you wanna do
But afterall I feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
You make me feel like a fool
[..]