These are the thoughts that keep me up at night
Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite
In love with a fool feasting for my eyes


Fern dell, fern dell
I thought I knew you well


Followed the kicks and punches with the rest
Rearranged the furniture hoping it would make more sense

But it didn't make a difference, it only made a bigger mess

Fern dell, fern dell

I thought I knew you well

Here comes Malone fresh in from the kill

Slaughtered the sheep lined up on my windowsill
Something's got a hold on me
Regrettably you never will


Fern dell, fern dell
Oh fern dell, fern dell

I thought I knew you well