Now She Sleeps in a Box in the Good Soil of Denmark

And this necklace of question marks beautifully
Framing your face
As you walk through the tunnel, closer to something
Turning back home after 15 years and it seems
That perhaps you will miss them now no one is watching
Crossing the river to see those familiar faces
Took a picture and said it was good to document
With a laughing crowd pointint fingers and whispering
For the goodbye of them you can do what the fuck you please…
A fork and a knife, sit straight, smile for old times' sake
For all goodbyes
For heaven’s sake, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Sit straight, smile, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Cool your feet in the ocean and think for a moment:
It could always be something, but it’s not really worth it
It’s a well-written story with all the ingredients
How the mean witch called you to say you were nothing
Now she sleeps in a box in the good soil of Denmark
Now she sleeps in a box in the good soil of Denmark
A truth and a lie, shut your mouth
For old times' sake, for all goodbyes
For heaven’s sake, shut your mouth, shut your mouth
Sit straight, smile, shut your mouth, shut your mouth…
…now shut it!