What is it you need from me this time?
You say you're like a kid again
but your lines are deep as ever.
And the way you take it is not so tender
and delicate.
And there's some river whos name I don't know
and the safety fence keeps me from getting close.
The waves are lazy and the birds
have left for a better stretch of shore.
Everything's fluttering, hovering and maps are opening.