The Foreign Place

Up on your bed, there sits a pain in your chest
And baby lives in teal stripes, gathers her knives
Simply dismissing brown memories
And sometimes you think baby is better
Up on your bed
And in your beautifully eerie home
Filled with gray and brown memories
They are fading
Slowly fading
But fading
And you do not mind
You do
Not mind
Ornaments from the foreign place hang
All around your face
And you are, oh, so angry
The pain in your chest
Is welcomed "hello"
And when she says
"Ich liebe dich"
Tell her you cannot speak that way
You can only speak this way
Now you have been up all before the sun
And inside teal corridors
Baby will run
On dusty wooden floors
And on a dusty wooden table
Dissects her precious ice
To soothe her sturdy soul
You're both inside your home
Your beautifully eerie home
Filled with gray and brown memories
They are fading
Slowly fading
But fading
And you do not mind
You do
Not mind
Ornaments from the foreign place hang
All around your face
And you are, oh, so angry
The pain in your chest
Is welcomed "hello"
And when she says
"Ich liebe dich"
Tell her you cannot speak that way
You can only speak this way
Lie down
Lie down
With every night
With every welcome
Every "hello"
Your tired bones can't stay awake much more
And on a wooden floor
Not up in your bed, anymore
And you see her feet beneath the door
And you sit yourself up, though so soon back down
On the ground
And you open your mouth
And to her you say
"I cannot speak this way"