Rowing - Tancred

Haven’t been awake since I left Holland

Life is but a dream so I keep rowing canals

It’s deceiving how the houses are built

You’d never know how much space they can fill

It’s hard to end

I am crude and sweet in bed

I am gentle in a dress

I have a beating in my breast

It’s hard to end

It’s hard to end

It’s hard to end

It’s hard

The world is pretty when I’m up high

All the ugly things look nice drifting by

The world is easy when I get high

I play those jukebox songs and wait to die

The street musicians played in time with each other

Up through the window frame where we both discover canals

The scent of pastry carts hangs in the air

The children throw their coins into the rivière

A kiss can taste so sweet like apples and wine

And disappear as quick

A girl from another time

Balloons, balloons

They are always rising up

I am never quite enough

Sinking down to earth

It’s tough

To get back up

To get back up

To get back up

It’s tough

The world is pretty when I’m up high

All the ugly things look nice drifting by

The world is easy when I get high

I play those jukebox songs and wait to die

I wait to die