Из альбома: Nurture
it’s the parodox of darwin
a physique surprisingly close to derelict
bad posture and blemished skin
a mystique arising from an obscure dialect
still I am
I’m just sorry that I can’t report on the merit
I still am looking for it, I’m looking for it do you remember
where the turner marked the tree
do you remember
when the dogs barked at the sea
and so I remain demoralized
and I hoped you would at least come to understand
the people having the problems
are more likable then the ones causing them
still I am but a panel of silk around the frame
cause I still am hoping to be saved, papa come save me do you remember
where the turner marked the tree
do you remember
when the dogs barked at the sea
mine isn’t his and the beggar is no czar
someone’s wound is always another ones scar
mein ist nicht sein und der bettler is kein zar
was dem einen scheint wird dem andern gewahr
do you remember
where the turner marked the tree
do you remember
when the dogs barked at the sea