My window pane
is a little cracked One day I'll mend
it Wipe away my tracks
I met a crab today in my backyard I
tried to smile but it was too hard I
watched that crab from way above From
Beirut's mainland to the shores of Love
Her eyes are reeling wheeling feeling
through my mind
My name is Stanislas Your face is
kind I'm going to take you Take you
to my home Of faded purple and ancient
gold
I could trim the garden if I felt inclined Or
I could buy a dog and lead the blind Inside
the kitchen or beside the fire It's much
the same The flames don't get no higher
Her fingers touched me Stroked my
eyes and through my hair
My name is Stanislas Your face is
kind Take me to your home Of faded
purple and ancient gold
My head is sore I've slept so bad I
dreamt a whore sat on my table mat Perhaps
my dreams are good to know But I feel
so bad and my head hurts so
Your lips are moving turning curling
into smiles
My name is Stanislas My name is Stanislas My
name is Stanislas of that I'm sure My
name is Stanislas of that I'm sure
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