I am an insect under water
Why is my father speaking in a different tongue?
What is my mother saying, oh, it must be wrong
My hair is falling
Out, he pulled it out
I’m in the car, we’re driving on a cliff
And I am small, I cannot see
The deep behind the edge
Behind the fogged-up window
And the sand of dunes that climes on me
Oh, if I only could lie
If I only could fall of the mountain
So, the clock inside would break
