She carries on her conversations, on her own   Pleasing, but never one to be wrong   Every day goes eerily calm, when she is done   She gave a sigh, the morning wears her down to size   Feeling, everything's going wrong   And every day moves eagerly on, while others stall   Just knock if you can hear her from within   Are you inclined to let her in   She's into freaks   I'm working on the notion that she cared   Watching the way she combs her hair   She's into freaks   She's leaving bye, bye...   She walks around the Californian ground   She's in my head, and California bent   She stays at home and plants her garden full of stones   Thinking, somehow everything grows   And every day moves further along, the path she'd sown