Are you the boy with the golden earring? You're here, until you feel like disappearing. You're a stereotypical Gemini You need your other half to identify So set yourself free To be perishable is the greatest luxury Is this your idea of heaven And if you make a wish at eleven eleven Would you rise from the Earth into the sky And release from all these little white lies They'll look back and say that they knew ya And they'll call you Petunia Lately I have been feeling quite contrary Like a birth at the mortuary I'll let all my fears become endangered I do desire that we may be better strangers So set yourself free To be perishable is the greatest luxury Is this your idea of heaven And if you make a wish at eleven eleven Would you rise from the Earth into the sky And release from all these little white lies They'll look back and say that they knew ya And they'll call you Petunia