and yet to pretend to be warm.
What I feel like doing, is to lose something
and someone would grin and take my arm.
My head, it's a room,
in which two chairs stand.
I'm sitting on one of them
and on the other there is nobody to be seen ...
I want to stop carrying my head so high
that others can only see it from afar.
What I feel like doing, is to hear that friends say
with me, you could go to hell.
I want to stop knowing everything exactly
when I don't even know who bites whom in life.
What I feel like doing, is with someone between a pillow
guess three times what his name is in the back.
I want to stop looking for something
that I will probably never find
(maybe because it's on my neck.)
What I want is a pancake
and someone sitting across from me.
My head, it's a room ...
