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