LEARN LYRICS

I'm building myself a house from scrap

In a field of white ash

My paradise of rubble

I plant flowers in my garden

Nettles and thistles

And nobody wrecks that for me

And when the sun goes down

On the smoggy horizon

I climb onto my corrugated-iron roof

And let my gaze wander

Across the poisoned sea

And the slowly rusting wrecks

I blow soap bubbles

Into the polluted air

And watch the dreams burst

And how it was before you left

I've long forgotten

Everything is wonderful and fine!

I've decorated my little world

With pretty, colorful plastic trash

I wear my favorite rags and cry tears of joy

And the glass is so full and the grass is as green

As it is

But your eyes see what they want

You tick the way you tick

And my heart also feels what it just feels

And not what it should

And the house of scrap is actually a ruin of gold

And I sit among

Overpriced paintings

And overdesigned furniture

I'm bored and spoiled

Weeds grow in my garden

Orchids and roses

And nobody talks that pretty for me

They bring gigantic plates with tiny portions

But everything tastes like nothing

And I mirror myself in the silver

And I look terrible

Not a wrinkle on my face

And I can't get a wink of sleep

In my canopy bed of horror

And their perfume, how it stinks to me

Oh, turn back time once more

Because I'll never forget

How it was before you left

And I stare at my pool and watch the dreams

Come true

And I laugh out of despair

Because a pigeon sh*ts on my shoe

And the glass is so full and the grass is as green as it is

But your eyes see what they want

You tick the way you tick

And my heart also feels

What it just feels and not what it should

And the house of scrap is actually a ruin of gold

Of gold

And the glass is so full and the grass is as green as it is

But your eyes see what they want

You tick the way you tick

And my heart also feels what it just feels

And not what it should

And the house of scrap is actually a ruin of gold

A ruin of gold