These are the thoughts that keep me up at night
Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite
In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes
Fern dell, fern dell
I thought I knew you well
Follow the kicks and punches with the rest
Rearranged the furniture,
Hoping it would make more sense
But it didn't make a difference,
It only made a bigger mess
Fern dell, fern dell
I thought I knew you well
Here comes Malone fresh in from the kill
Slaughtered the sheep
Lined up on my windowsill
Something's got a hold on me
Regrettably you never will
Fern dell, fern dell
Oh, fern dell, fern dell
I thought I knew you well