These are the thoughts that keep me up at night
I sleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite
In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes

Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well

Follow the kicks and punches with the rest
Rearranged the furniture, hoping it would make more sense
But it didn´t make a difference, it only made a bigger mess

Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well

Here comes Malone fresh in from the cure
Slaughtered the sheep lined up on my windowsill
Something´s gotta hold on me
Regrettably you never will

Fern Dell, Fern Dell
Oh, Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well