You are one with desire
And the rumor caught fire
That I thought that I could
Have you just for myself
You will wear your grandma's clothes
And I'll try to endure the cold
But I've tried before
And I don't think that I have it in me

No, I've never known how
To reconcile the side of me that is brave
And the side of me that is kind

Mother sent me off to die
To a west-european town
I'm a busker in a city
That has no change to spare

Sails will give in to the vengeful wind
And me, oh well, I'll give in to the devil's whims
And I'll bathe in boiling water
On a rainy day in june

For I have not yet found the way
To wash your scent off my neck