As I feel high, I cut you low
I want your heart before you go
You can always meet your soul
don’t you cry, say ho, ho, ho

And now, you must be wondering
what happened to Henri Matisse

He lives in a house, down by the sea
his cupboards keep candies for you and for me
The pretty mermaids are combing is hair
when you knock his door, nobody is there

Your eyes need wider orbits
I throw them to the sun
all your globules, red and white, felt too tight
and now see how they run

Blood red is my favourite colour