Hello little yellow paper clip.
Hello red hair and ketchup chips.
Hello death and heroine,
hello… hello… my old friends.
Is it time we danced again?
Or shall we count tiddly winks for stars –
That have gone around for every clown
who’s ever written and spoken words
It’s time to get high.
Lets watch the world burn,
as we deny that we could fix
each other. Ohh ohh…Ohh baby,
You are as fixed as a fantasy.
No words to speak into my destiny;
No more lovers levers
pulling on me.