Bjork
Who Do You Think You Are ?
The hunted look, the haunted grace
the empty laugh that you cultivate
you fall into that false embrace
and kiss the air about her face
Who do you think you are ?
The très bon mots you almost quote
from your quiver of literary darts
a thousand or so tuneless violins
thrilling your cheap little heart
Who do you think you are ?
My cigarette burns right down to the ash
my coffee cup is unstained
the waiter hovers close at hand
his courtesy strained
Who do you think you are ?
I close with my regards
well I'm the red-faced gentleman
caught in this picture postcard
Who do you think you are ?
SongtexteTrying my best to make the best of your absence
though the joke gets tired and sordid
sea-shell hearts get trampled underfoot
punchlines unrewarded
But even at this distance
it's not easy to accept
the vision that I chase returns
when I least expect it
I've fallen from your tired embrace
I kiss the air
around the place
that should be
your face
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