What is with this city, that holds you like a screw, asking you to come back ´cause something is here for you. Everyone is hungry but a six percent angels keep us dreaming ´cause angels pay no rent. Farewell kaleidoscope girl I´m off with tomorrow´s flight. Your grace was mine for a while but who can stand to your height? I´m packing up my houseware, furniture´s for sale, I forgot the last time I saw the big white whale. Even now you are pretty with no frontal teeth, gathering your pieces, gasping out to breath. Farewell kaleidoscope girl I´m off with tomorrow´s flight. Your grace was mine for a while but who can stand to your height? Farewell kaleidoscope girl I´m off with tomorrow´s flight. Your grace was mine for a while but who can stand to your height?