In our backyard
Dancing alone
In a barbarian way
Having the neighbours watch me
Getting grousy mudfeet
Because of you
But don’t get me wrong
In our bedroom
Shortly after midnite
I steal all the blankets
Build a house to live in
I’m a spiritual indian
Singing my song
But don’t get me wrong
All the bottles in your fridge
I could never touch
All the lament over this
I would never hush
Cigaretto peace sign
Turns the dime again
All the bottles in your fridge
I could never touch
All the lament over this
I would never hush
My arms froze off in November
My legs I lost in the sea
My head fell off in a boys dream
My heart
The wine
Still me