instead of asking me you think you understand but only I can really tell what my words are all about my life is like a country-side without a place to hide no hills, no forests, no anything the landscape has changed from horizon to horizon I keep waving - why don’t you turn around and tell me what you see from horizon to ... my sleeping dogs don’t shit I think you understand and I do not believe in what you say in how wrong I am my life is like a place to hide far off the country-side no roads, no places, no anything the landscape has changed