In the canyons of your mind
I will wander through your brain
To the ventricles of your heart, my dear:
I am pumping you again.
'Cross the mountains of your chest
I will stick a Union Jack.
To the forest of your cheek,
Through the holes in your string vest.
My darling, in my cardboard-coloured dreams,
cardboard-coloured dreams
Once again I hear your laugh.
And I kiss, yes I kiss, your perfumed hair:
but she's not there
The sweet essence of giraffe.
of giraffe
And each time I hear your name
frying pan, frying pan
Oh, oh, oh my my, how it hurts
he's in pain
In the wardrobe of my soul,
of my soul
In the section labelled "shirts".
I mean it
I will wander through your brain
To the ventricles of your heart, my dear:
I am pumping you again.
'Cross the mountains of your chest
I will stick a Union Jack.
To the forest of your cheek,
Through the holes in your string vest.
My darling, in my cardboard-coloured dreams,
cardboard-coloured dreams
Once again I hear your laugh.
And I kiss, yes I kiss, your perfumed hair:
but she's not there
The sweet essence of giraffe.
of giraffe
And each time I hear your name
frying pan, frying pan
Oh, oh, oh my my, how it hurts
he's in pain
In the wardrobe of my soul,
of my soul
In the section labelled "shirts".
I mean it