Those shadows are speaking about me
To those who are supposed to love me
Now I can see that they're all laughing
And people, well, they hate me
They want more of every thing missing
And everything is a mess but Alice
My cat keeps his tail in the press
He takes it out only on Sunday
Like it was his best dress
Oh how I'd love to wear your mind
But that is something you can't realize
Wind blows outside my room
The glow of my winter gloom
Keeps stopping me from writing songs
And so I do
Anything you want me to
You're lovely - but I'm too cold now
Breath slowly - I'm growin' older
When will you ask me to tea? (with a lot of sugar, darling)
My cat keeps his tail in the press
He takes it out only on Sunday
Like it was his best dress
Oh how I'd love to wear your mind
But that is something you can't realize
The ceiling
The floor
One useless thought and nothing more
And so I do
Anything you want me to
And I do
Anything