Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colors of the clouds.
When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin.


But when I'm awake and I feel my head is swinning,
then when I sleep I begin to think of
everything,

everything,
everything,
oh everything.


When I was only four I found my lonely ivories and we became fast friends.
I moved to the city but I can still hear waves, I'm a break-wall and the moon is tugging my feet.


But when I'm awake and I feel my head is swinning,
then when I sleep I begin to think of

everything,
everything,
everything,

oh everything.

When I'm in my baby's arms I can still feel the pulse.

Do I stay, do I go? I don't know, I don't know!

But when I'm awake and I feel my head is swinning,

then when I sleep I begin to think of
everything,
everything,

everything,
oh everything.
Everything,

everything,
everything,
everything...