And Where Have You Gone, Mr. Wolf?

Found these headlamps

Watched them grinning down Grange Road

Oh no

Float like angels

Come to take me down to, well

You know

Got these stretch marks

Felt them feeling right at home

And it shows

Spread like angels'

Wings come through

My collarbone

God knows

Found this old stain

On my tie, you'd think it's ink

But who cares

When it's darkening

And it reaches out for legs

Beneath chairs

How am I feeling?

Well aren't you paid to say these things?

And all wings

Are forgiving

But you know that

I'm not so into it

Well it hurts so much you know

Tiptoe through the window

School days in the snow

Come home and the dog growls

What now?

Well it hurts so much you know

Tiptoe through the window

School days in the snow

Come home and the dog growls

What now?

It hurts so much you know

Tiptoe through my window