Is it you who turns the lamp on at night
Or paints the outside bin, 23
And keep the tap running, though he tells you not to
And makes this town so bright?
And is it true you breathe out softer air
And second my shadow, one two
Or are you simply here in these words
And do the words even care?
I know you turn yesterday into tomorrow
And guess the world secretly cares
And think one day you’ll be adored,
Then I started to follow
Do you still have to cross the park
With umbrella gents and tigers by the trees
And hold some prisoner, it should be me
Let them wander in the dark?
Is it you who tells me not to roam
I get this feeling often
A soft bullet for your illusions
And do you still smoke alone?
You said I was the death of chivalry
Scared by windows, the eyes of the house,
I tried my best to imitate
And saw disgusting turn to pretty.