i've got it all right here 
                      flying out the window 
                    tie to my hand, the pink. 
                    so handy and not enough. 
                    here. can you feel it? 
                    the momment is over now 
                    it's ended with a sudden lurch.
                      of vengeful geneorsity 
                    you simply can not understand 
                      it's time to go back now. 
                    life's little pleasures, 
                    flushed for all eternity down
                      that giant cistern in the sky 
                    i spin and i spin around and around 
                    here in my 'angry chair' 
                      wishing. 
                      hoping. 
                      never. reviving 
                    it's all so terribly appropriate.