All the time she's got something in her hands,
She looks to the ground, or onto the wall.
She doesn't talk.
She she is never overpowered by sleep,
She doesn't leaves footprints in the sand either.
And she doesn't talk.
She blurred at the edges,
You can only see her fuzzily.
That's unfortunately not changeable.
What I want most of all
I won't get by her.
I would really like to know
What she is thinking right now,
And if she will
Give me some words any time.
Wohoooooo...
Sometimes sche opens her mouth.
She only wants to draw breath,
There is no other reason,
Because she doesn't talk.
She blurred at the edges,
She looks like she was poorly copied
She moves like she was directed by straps,
And I wonder since years
What she is made of and how she works.
I would really like to know,
What she is thinking right now,
And whether she is attached to me ab bit
After all this time.
Does she come from a different star,
I dont't know it exactly.
I think I'm gonna ask her,
If I'll have the heart to do it some day.
Wohoooooo...