No, she won't come – by dogs her pieces were scattered
She was beaten up, she just died
And fell down under thin ice
Her hands weren't ready for the battle
And she didn't wish to win over
Instead of her, I will rise
She's now floating in formalin
So flawed are the lines
Drifting with such a grace
I got her name and her face
My sweater is all the same
No one noticed she's been replaced
No, she won't come – her hands were in a snake lair
Her head in a wasp nest
And spine in an ant swarm
I'll be there – I'm in a stronger condition
I'm worthy of taking position
And capable of much more
She's now floating in formalin
Drifting with such a grace
In the fuzzy white mist
I got her name and her face
No one noticed she's been replaced
I'm checking the pocket for keys
I might be playing something wrong
I don't know anyone here
I'm having a bit weird smile
They might doubt, say I'm not her, but a fraud
What happens next is not clear
I'll pretend I'm sick or drunk
She's now floating in formalin
So flawed are the lines
Drifting with such a grace
I got her name and her face
My sweater is all the same
No one noticed she's been replaced
She's now floating in formalin
Drifting with such a grace
In the fuzzy white mist
I got her name and her face
No one noticed she's been replaced
I'm checking the pocket for keys