In all my fantasies



So many fly above my head

I sighed see angry



So many fly above his head

He says, 'we always have these stars'

Some street they're in

My street street, now sold

My street street, now mine

Street street, now

Street street



So many fly above my sighs

He sighs, 'we always have these stars'

Some street, my human part is

So many fly above your head

I sighed, 'see them, be them'

He sighed, 'such things are human'



So many fly above my head

I sense the angry part

He sighed, 'such things they leave their pits'



'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,

I have sighed, 'Less of these: lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea'

'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,

I have sighed

I have sighed, sighed, sighed

He said, he said, he said