Walter Benjamin Your House
It's so windy back home
Little girl
Where the TV screen goes to sleep
And your tiny dances should rule
The outside world
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance
Will you let me in sometime
Just enter the gate
And go upstairs
Like God?
I've heard you used to bash the keys
In the morning
Before it all started to make sense
It all made sense to you
But I have never seen the truth written in your books
I have never seen the truth written in your books
It was left on the ashtrays
Where we used to finish our cigarettes
- and they're over now
Will you let me in sometime
Just enter the gate
And go upstairs
Like God?
Your ghosts look beautiful to me
Your ghosts look beautiful to me
