You walk with your cane in the wooden city square   and you want us to think of the flowers while you are there   I curl the paper, I'm clutching to throw it away   and you are a sight for a bleeder and this is the day      So I say bird of pray    monkey face   bought som air up in outer space   lumping through that camera-lens... Do you remember?   and all those picket-fences      You rest among children and children they rest among you   (wednesday... Will I see you this wednesday?)   (marching while the theatre screams)   Five hundred brushes, but not one of them can paint your life blue      So I say bird of pray    monkey face   bought som air in outer space   lumping through that camera-lens   and all those picket-fences