(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)



In a play where the actors die

You told me you were thinking of

The clothes-line in the attic



In a play when the shirts are dry

You showed him the vaccination mark

On your upper arm



I will try to frame your face

I will try to speak your name

Das Maedchen im Pelz

The elevator's gone



In a plane where the stewards charm

You told me you were falling

Out of the highest tree in the world



In a plane flying to Helsinki

Somewhere in a forest

A tree is falling down



I will try to frame your face

I will try to speak your name

Das Maedchen im Pelz

The elevator's gone



In a play where the actors die

You told me you were thinking of

A bathroom hung with dripping blouses