Are you still obsessed with the weather With white elephants and with ancient words Are you serving your meals in a suitcase You prefer to be juggling with herbs And you brush your teeth About five times a day And you shine all your shoes In a quiet precise way You are sewing some good friends with blue needles As a patchwork of all that you have done For the first time this feels like the last time Watching the invisible wounds And you ride your bike Until the break of the dawn Would you spend all your savings on Another brand new home You are chain smoking thoughts You are a chain smoking thought You are chain smoking thoughts You are a chain smoking thought