Then she says
Why mince moats
If you feel like a patient,
Why not dress like one?
Then she says
Why can't I sleep?
Between us and with white sheets for three days
and sink down deeper than dreams
Oh, I'd love that
I'd be a mineral deposit,
A ball of mica inside a rock
I'd be a mineral deposit,
A ball of mica inside a rock
Then there'd be no whistles, no radios
No screams
Then there'd be no whistles, no radios
No screams
What could I say to that?
What could I say to that?
What could I say to that?
What could I say to that?
What could I say to that?
What could I say to that?