Throw out your old definitions babe This bird's song will never sound the same Walking the dismal mists I heard her sing her last song It was called 'oh my god is it night time again' She looked to me and said: 'No I don't want your baby I want a regal sounding name Lost in a shopping centre looking for anyone at all that can make the world change Cause baby I am no candidate for that.' Just before that bird had flown I heard her talking about the rhythm of words I heard her take the hypocritic oath And then walk right up to me with a placebo pill She looked to me and said: 'No I don't want your baby I want a regal sounding name Lost in a shopping centre looking for anyone at all that can make the world change Cause baby I am no candidate for that.' Oh is she coming back Oh when the sun is down Oh covered in avalanche Oh covered in shoppers' stains Now I know that I'm made mostly of water And I can see you're wearing jesus sandals But that don't mean that you can walk over me While filling yourself up on your converted wine She looked to me and said: 'No I don't want your baby I want a regal sounding name Lost in a shopping centre looking for anyone at all that can make the world change Cause baby I am no candidate for that.'