You look seem so unreal And so does the way i feel We should stay together But i can't conceive it Like a casual happening I try to step on the brakes But you turn me on More than i can take You know that sometimes i feel like I'm born everything To die everynight A big yellow envelope Hides my failures Feeds my hopes But at the end of the night MY stomach oches, My throat is dry A little metal tube And a plastic bag Make our life complete A little bit strange, like a ritual Then something goes wrong Don't ask me why