In my biography
There's a picture of a saint
It's bad photography
A ghost about to faint

Walk with me darling
To the market square
Hide all the money
In your underwear
Okay...okay
Barter with the merchants
For a new glass eye
I'll scan the kiosks
for a Parker Fly
Okay...okay

In my biography
I was looking for a clue
My curiosity
Left me all confused

Walk with me darling
Down the promenade
Poke at the scooters
With a cattle-prod
Okay...okay
Dance in the shadows
Til the sun goes west
Shake all the drama
From your Sunday dress
Okay...okay

In my biography
I was looking for the end
It's like geography
Mapping out the wind

Talk to me darling
'Bout the Rites of Spring
I'll hear the music
When my ears don't ring
No more...okay
Walk on the water
In a wishing well
Steal all the pennies
For that trip to hell
Okay...okay