Tekster:
Cocteau Twins Four Calendar Café

Sorrow for letting someone else define you Know who you are at every age What impression am I making? I see me as other people see me There is no going

It seems things are indictive to, A distinct desire to Observe such, Heal such Behave such that makes this hard for me I'm not real and I deny, I won

First, He's inched her latch down Anxious, Her hand begs, And now my distraction Distraction I will learn, To focus on Oh, you hoo hoo..., Cause you

There is a wait and that's what hurt Makes it happen, fill the gap It spreads her hair all about My steps If I do it slow No, no threats No, no fights

The man is an offender He took my value And I give back his shame And I take back my power My body is my own My body is mine alone And I deserve protection