That you prefer the couch
I'm always alone when I wake up
With a view of the South Pole
It seems that you're not you
I'll be the last to find out
That there are other planets
Your freckles change place
That it was a convenient love
Someone dresses your skin
Your clothes suit them well
Even though they pretend to be faithful to me
I'll find the seven differences
That there are other planets
And when I stain the mattress
I don't make a bad impression on you
Where it's not always you
If I confuse your underwear
Without me having to attend
Without knowing that she's an actress
Though it fits her profile
Dig a tunnel that reaches me