Take a seat, baby
Throne for the queen
Inert house
Pink place you are in
Taking a brake
After weekday stink
We are
A little constraint
Hover heavy in air
Usual things
Happen three times a year
Madly we go
Splitting dishes and heads
We are
No one just can see
What it means to me
Where yesterday’s child
Now drunk and looking wild
Where hearth left us all warm
Small space where I belong
That helped me to get through
The worst days of hangovers
And incomprehension, yeah!
Shit abound in corners and rooms
Filth and fug in bloom
Sorry, I’m pissed
Pretty baby is missed
You lose
Music, hugs
Dance, liquids and drugs
Kick us from comfort zone
No occasions to meet here
But we all are, yeah
Father’s hands to plant
Nature’s hands to grow
And memory to fix
The frames from vital flow
Thanks for every day
And thanks for every friend
For anyone who cares
Except one weird lady
Who loved throwing scissors
Into the veins