Watch on my wrist but I can't find the time
To sleep or eat or straighten my spine.
Sleepwalk through days, dream I'm losing my grip,
Wake in bed with a broken hip.
Your name no longer belongs,
To my love - what have you become?
It's time we cut out your tongue.
Your love to rest.
Mistook a tea pot for a big steam train.
To my surprise I misjudged the size.
Something I thought and I swore I once knew,
That train was rust-rotted and painted in blue.
Your name no longer belongs,
To my love - what have you become?
It's time we cut out your tongue.
Your love to rest.
Summer wants the sun to shine,
Waiting for the moon to die.
Backwards eel -
How does it feel?
You bottom-feeder,
You slime eater.
Backwards eel -
How does it feel?
To be a bottom-feeder -
A slime eater?
