Ghosts in the park
Appear just after dark
Killers, children...
But no-one has a harp
They look like tourists
It makes me want to laugh

Under floorboards
It´s hard to fly a kite
Underwater
My cigarette won´t light
Standing in the shade
I´m getting frostbite

Strange as I seem
I´m getting stranger by the minute
Look in my dreams
They´re getting stranger by the minute

When I´m drowning
You drag me up to you
Rings in the water
My only residue
But you´re just fiction
And I´m a twisted boy