I won´t cut my beard and I won´t change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair

If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I´d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course

She´s the smoke
She´s dancin´ fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette
She´s steam
Laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Ballet

Everything´s gone missing
I´ve lost more songs to floods
I can´t prove this makes any sense but
I sure hope that it does
Perhaps
I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows

And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something
I don´t know

I won´t cut my beard and I won´t change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair

If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I´d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course

Of course