(when the fat man shaving in the Pullman washroom grunts, "what´s this?")
leave me on the moon I must be coming back too soon
pieces of pieces laying upon somebody´s walking on my hands leave me on the moon everybody knows it´s true everything is good as long it´s stays still coins jingle in my brain
you´ve been watching me through your jewelry sending rings around my hands now that I´m near you I slowly disappear you your fingernails are much too long
leave me on the moon you can stay there too seems like everybody´s just floating away