I'm on the wrong inside of the sea
and I'll never find the beaches in me
I paint pictures on the walls
to fill some emptiness
I paint them dark, but rococo
and I make noises only animals can make
I'd like to leave but I won't go
I would like to be a vagabond
and sail a raft across the sea
I'd shave my head and live in London, where
I'd find myself a better me
I'll never break free from this city