Traffic works like a hadron collider
It keeps a fragment of real alongside her
I don't know just what exit I’m on
Hold the gates of my own Babylon

I cut off my hair and gave it to dust
Then walked like a man with feminine lust
Forgotten the sands the cool mist of stars
The women of Venus, of men from Mars

Half of what I give depends on what I'm given
When I drink coffee in the shade
Sometimes I get the feeling
That I am watched by all the selves that I have yet to be
Swirled together like the leaves from carob trees


We drift through the Alps with postcards in view
Crocuses shudder when stood next to you
The serpent that curled and constricted my jaw
Was killed by the thing it sought to destroy

Half of what I give depends on what I'm given
When I drink coffee in the shade
Sometimes I get the feeling
That I am watched by all the selves that I have yet to be
Swirled together like the leaves from carob trees
Half of what I give depends on what I’m given
When I drink coffee in the shade
Sometimes I get the feeling
That I am watched by all the selves that I have yet to be
Swirled together like the leaves from carob trees