In my day, I could hear them say Mr. K was awfully close Now we take that bow, you know, cause it's time to meet your ghost And I don't understand Minotaurs and jaguars are at my finger's tip Falling up to the mustard gates and I think I broke my hip And I don't understand I do not understand Nine o'clock, I turn my heels inside for one last time Ten thirty, I tied my G and died upon a vine Sent me out to the pasture, love, with a closet full of whips The coroner spins with his bag of crims and he's sewing up my lips And I don't understand Nine o'clock, I turn my heels inside for one last time Ten thirty, I tied my G and died upon a vine I died upon a vine Suddenly, when the moment comes and it's harmony of rage Flowers cry on a corpse of love and it's time to turn your page Mr. and Mrs. Au contraire, I think they'll soon arrive All the treasures you have saved your children now divide And I don't understand I do not understand Nine o'clock, I turn my heels in Suddenly, when the moment comes and it's harmony of rage Flowers cry on a corpse of love and it's time to turn your page I am somewhere else, my love, and I think you know just where to find me Out in an interstellar breeze and there's nothing left here to define me You are somewhere else, good love, and this life of pride that's all behind me We are all just waste and love and I think you know that's who's inside me I am somewhere else, my love, and I think you know just where to find me Out in an interstellar breeze and there's nothing left here to define me You are somewhere else, good love, and this life of pride that's all behind me We are all just waste and love and I think you know that's who's inside me *