I have never asked you

 

What can I lose giving away all my things

Maybe too much naivety overwhelms me but I’m happy

What a lot of labour

To avoid lying to myself

What a lot of labour

To listen to the words of someone not thinking

 

I have never asked you to change

My head

My head

I have never asked you to change

My things

My things

 

What can I lose giving away all my things

A worn dress, an old record

A book I have already read

What a lot of labour

To accept hearing someone say it’s not enough

What a lot of labour

To listen to the words of someone changing the cards

 

I have never asked you to change

My head

My head

I have never asked you to change

My things

My things