When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers,
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees,
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all round your feet.
And your mum would stick a fork right into daddy�s shoulder,
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other�s bodies were for.
And this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you,
And from above you how i sank into your soul,
Into that secret place where no-one dares to go.
And your mum would drink until she was no longer speaking,
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die,
Each one a little more than he could dare to try�