There’s an elephant at our table It’s my reflection in her tea She is eager shivering and nervous Having just told me Taking her hand I fake some fable Something reckless wild and free About the ones who claim to love us They also think they own us Me? I only know what feels right Why be so uptight? I only know what feels right
Every man needs his indian summer So his life’s not a tragedy Only the rich get to lie among such flowers You can sit beside me I only do the things that are real Taste touch hear and see Don’t be a victim of your own ego You can learn a lot from me I only know what feels right Why be so uptight? I only do what feels right
