Lyrics:

In all my fantasies

So many fly above my head
I sighed see angry

So many fly above his head
He says, 'we always have these stars'
Some street they're in
My street street, now sold
My street street, now mine
Street street, now
Street street

So many fly above my sighs
He sighs, 'we always have these stars'
Some street, my human part is
So many fly above your head
I sighed, 'see them, be them'
He sighed, 'such things are human'

So many fly above my head
I sense the angry part
He sighed, 'such things they leave their pits'

'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,
I have sighed, 'Less of these: lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea'
'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,
I have sighed
I have sighed, sighed, sighed
He said, he said, he said