Salad. Namedrops. Zeneszám

You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle and bend the frame
Samson in a cage
Gave him some wine and Danish

Man, was he depraved, raindrops, teardrops
Give me some real food
Like out on the balcony, Hamish in a den
Now that I'm seventeen, he must be ten

You don't seem to love me anymore
I gave you my word of honor
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle, I get on a plane
Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley, they'll be still

You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honor
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honor
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley, they'll be still