While he sits and stares At girls he can't explain Oh here she comes On ten white horses made of string and clay The flowers in his fingers slip away ♪ A wise old lover said That lies do not deceive So when she sleeps I'll leave her bed and hurry home instead My soul is on a string tied to the chair ♪ And why is it I pray To Gods that always fail To drag that girl back through my window and undress my faith And smile at me while I put on my chains