Here anda sit in your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn’t know ’cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If anda like we could play a game
Let’s pretend that we are the same
But anda will have to look much closer
Than anda do, closer than anda do
And I’m far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don’t care what anda think anyway
‘Cause I think anda were wrong about me
Yeah what if anda were, what if anda were
And what if I’m a snowstorm burning
What if I’m a world unturning
What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I’m the kindest demon...